The name, with a trifling variation, bears a strong resemblance to your own.

Ah, here it is.

If you please, I will read it to you: WILIAM BENT PITMAN, if this should meet the eye of, he will hear of SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE at the far end of the main line departure platform, Waterloo Station, 2 to 4 P.M.

today.
'Is that in print ?' cried Pitman.

'Let me see it! Bent?
It must be Dent! SOMETHING TO MY ADVANTAGE?
Mr Finsbury, excuse me offering a word of caution; I am aware how strangely this must sound in your ears, but there are domestic reasons why this little circumstance might perhaps be better kept between ourselves.