Ravensdene Court by J.S. Fletcher

It was very evident to Claigue and myself, interested spectators, that the new-comer's announcement, sudden and unexpected as it was, had had the instantaneous effect of making Quick forget his beef and his rum. Indeed, although he was only half-way through its contents, he pushed his plate away from him as if food were just then nauseous to him; his right hand lifted itself in an arresting, commanding gesture, and he turned a startled eye on the speaker, looking him through and through as if in angry doubt of what he had just said.

"What's that? " he snapped out. "What says you? Say it again -- no, I'll say it for you -- to make sure that my ears ain't deceiving me! You met a man -- hereabouts -- what asked you if you knew where there was graves with a certain name on 'em? And that name was -- Netherfield? Did you say that? -- I asks you serious?"