"I told him you were at dinner, sir, but he said he would wait, as he particularly wished to see you to-night."
Captain Fortescue looked at the card. It was not a visiting card, but one evidently used as a tradesman's advertisement. It bore these words, printed in various styles of type—
"JOSIAH MAKEPEACE,
Bookseller and Stationer,
149, York Street,
Sheffield."
"Do you know this man, Elkington?"
"What's his name, sir?"
"Makepeace; he is a bookseller in the town."
"I've heard of him, sir; his shop is in York Street, isn't it?"
"Yes; 149, York Street."
"I believe my master dealt there sometimes. I think I remember seeing his name on parcels that came. Paper and such-like, I think they were."
"He has probably brought his bill, then, and wants to make sure he is paid before others come in for the spoil. Tell him I will see him in a few minutes, Elkington."