He was becoming more and more unpleasant to look upon as his excitement increased.
"Look here, Mr.Wrayson!" he exclaimed.

"I'm coming to that.

I've been through his things.

Clothes! I never saw such a collection.

All from a West End tailor, too! And boots! Patent, with white tops; pumps, everything slap up! Heaven knows what he must have spent upon his clothes.