"It was W. Grubble, miss."
"And who is W. Grubble, Charley?"
"Mister Grubble, miss," returned Charley. "Don't you know, miss? The Dedlock Arms, by W. Grubble," which Charley delivered as if she were slowly spelling out the sign.
"Aye? The landlord, Charley?"
"Yes, miss. 
It's a message come through the landlord Mr. Grubble, miss."
