He answered with one other nod.

     "Is he living?"

     One other nod.

     "Is he in London?"

     He gave me one other nod, compressed the post-office exceedingly, gave me one last nod, and went on with his breakfast.

     "Now," said Wemmick, "questioning being over," which he emphasized and repeated for my guidance, "I come to what I did, after hearing what I heard. I went to Garden Court to find you; not finding you, I went to Clarriker's to find Mr. Herbert."

     "And him you found?" said I, with great anxiety.

     "And him I found. Without mentioning any names or going into any details, I gave him to understand that if he was aware of anybody--Tom, Jack, or Richard--being about the chambers, or about the immediate neighborhood, he had better get Tom, Jack, or Richard out of the way while you were out of the way."

     "He would be greatly puzzled what to do?"