"I'm tired, dead beat.

To-night, Mr.Tomlin, you are privileged to see the temporary wreck of a noble mind.

God wot, 'tis a harrowing spectacle." Furneaux skipped nimbly upstairs.

Tomlin proceeded to lock up.
"It's good for trade," he mumbled, "but I'll be glad when these 'ere Lunnon gents clears out.

They worry me, they do.