"you-knows" and "what-I-means."

"I don't like this," said T. X., suddenly. "Does anybody know that
we have made these discoveries?"

"Nobody outside the office," said Mansus, "unless, unless . . . "

"Unless what?" asked the other, irritably. "Don't be a jimp,
Mansus. Get it off your mind. What is it?"

"I am wondering," said Mansus slowly, "if the landlord at Great
James Street said anything. He knows we have made a search."

"We can easily find that out," said T. X.

They hailed a taxi and drove to Great James Street. That
respectable thoroughfare was wrapped in sleep and it was some time
before the landlord could be aroused. Recognizing T. X. he
checked his sarcasm, which he had prepared for a keyless lodger,
and led the way into the drawing room.

"You didn't tell me not to speak about it, Mr. Meredith," he said,
in an aggrieved tone, "and as a matter of fact I have spoken to
nobody except the gentleman who called the same day."

"What did he want?" asked T. X.

"He said he had only just discovered that Mr. Vassalaro had stayed
with me and he wanted to pay whatever rent was due," replied the
other.