Moreover, I'm going to know it.

Nor shall I trust to drunken jailers as I did a while back with a certain compatriot of yours.

Late last spring when you sought employment at my cousin's town-house, you were already, I presume, a link in the chain.

If my memory serves me correctly, you were dismissed after ten days of service, through no fault of your own.
The house was closed for the summer.

You came to me again this fall with a letter of recommendation from Mrs.Westfall.