“Was that in England, sir?”
“Yes, in London.”
“They are very forbearing men, sir, the London police.”
“They know when they meet their match, Mr. Harker; but here we are at the stairs.”
“The Otoque is in, sir; we have a fair chance of our mail.”
“There’s nothing much coming to me, that I’ve any reason to look forward to. The post is like hope, Mr. Harker, best in youth.”
“There is Mr. Brentano, from the agents, sir. He has some letters.”
“Where?”
“There, sir, to port, talking to a priest.”
“Wait one minute, Mr. Harker, he may have some news for us. Ho, Mr. Brentano, were you waiting here to intercept me?”