“Do you know him, Ephraim?”
“No, sir. I know him by sight, sir. Gentleman who lives over the way, Mr. Hyde.”
“That's Mr. Scott's, though.”
“No, sir. Mr. Jermyn's been there ever since February.”
“But the house is empty.”
“The lower floor is furnished, sir.”
“Do you know anything of him? Do you know his man?”
“They say he's in the fruit way, sir. In the Spanish trade. His men are Spaniards. They do say he's not quite to be trusted.”
“Who says this?” my uncle asked.
“I don't like to mention names, sir,” Ephraim said.