As he opened the door, in pursuance of a nod from Lightwood, an extremely pale and disturbed face appeared in the doorway⁠—the face of a man much agitated.

“A body missing?” asked Gaffer Hexam, stopping short; “or a body found? Which?”

“I am lost!” replied the man, in a hurried and an eager manner.

“Lost?”

“I⁠—I⁠—am a stranger, and don’t know the way. I⁠—I⁠—want to find the place where I can see what is described here. It is possible I may know it.” He was panting, and could hardly speak; but, he showed a copy of the newly-printed bill that was still wet upon the wall. Perhaps its newness, or perhaps the accuracy of his observation of its general look, guided Gaffer to a ready conclusion.

“This gentleman, Mr. Lightwood, is on that business.”