"Slowly, man, slowly," I cried.
"Rumsey; Goodenough; Burton; Thompson; Barber—those last three all of Wapping, sir. Then, sir, there is Wade, Nelthrop, West, Walcot—" he hesitated.
"Well, sir," demanded Mr. Chiffinch very fiercely. "That is not all."
"No, sir, no no…. There is Hone, a joiner like myself."
"Man," cried the page, "we want better names than snivelling tradesmen like yourself."
The fellow turned even paler.
"Well, sir; but how can I tell that—"
"Sir," said the page to me sharply, "call the guard!"
"Sir," cried the poor wretch, "I will tell all; indeed I will tell."
"Well?"