Whom's

“Whom’s it for?” asked Dick, as Maud came running toward them, waving the note over her head. “For all of you, I think,” said Maud, reading aloud the address.

Whom’s it for? Oh! Mr. Edward Trevor; then it’s a brief by telegraph, I suppose.

“Whom’s it for?” “It’s for a friend.”

“How many you got aboard?” / “Three of us good guys, one of whom’s been banged around a bit, but he’s okay.[…]”

“Who do you mean by ‘us’?” / She shrugs. “People like me. Or my sisters.” / One of whom’s been disbelieved into looking like a guy and just happens to be Death. It’s so strange, when you think about it. Death’s got sisters.

I get to live with two people I hardly know, one of whom’s been in prison.