H. de Vere Stacpoole and Margaret Stacpoole

“ At four o'clock that day a carriage drove up to the hotel and two gentlemen alighted. They were shown into the coffee room and Mudd was sent for. He came, expecting to find police officers, and found Brownlow and Mr. Tidd.
“One moment, Mr. Tidd,” said Brownlow. Then he took Mudd outside into the hall.
“He's not fit to be seen,” said Mudd, when the other had explained. “No client must see him. He's right enough to look at and speak to, but he's not himself. ”

“ Useless. Constable Copper, though he might be no more good than a blind horse, according to Horn, was incorruptible yet consolatory.
“It'll only be a couple of quid fine,” said he. “Maybe not that, seeing what he is and that it was done for a lark. Horn will get it in the neck, but not him. He's at my house now, and you can have him back if you'll go bail he won't get loose again. He's a nice old gentleman, but a bit peculiar, I think.” ”