"I thought he always put up here."
"Ah!"
"Perhaps I mistook the name. But I fancied he'd be the man to go where the best beer is."
"Ay?"
"Oh, well, if you haven't seen him, I don't suppose he's come over today."
"Coom where?"
"Into Stapley."
"Doosn't 'e live here? He can go and coom without my knowing."
"Oh, of course!" Wimsey staggered under the shock, and then grasped the misunderstanding. "I don't mean Mr. Grimethorpe of Stapley, but Mr. Grimethorpe of Grider's Hole."
"Why didn't tha say so? Oh, him? Ay."