It is either really lost, or it has been stolen.

In either case, if we can lay our hands on it, there is at least a chance of its helping us to discover something.

As to Bishopriggs, next--" "You're not going to talk about the waiter, surely ?" "I am! Bishopriggs possesses two important merits.

He is a link in my chain of reasoning; and he is an old friend of mine." "A friend of yours ?" "We live in days, my dear, when one workman talks of another workman as 'that gentleman.'-- I march with the age, and feel bound to mention my clerk as my friend.

A few years since Bishopriggs was employed in the clerks' room at my chambers.