Are you ?" he pointedly inquired, leaving the stalls and walking briskly up to Zadok.
The coachman frowned and hastily retreated a step; but in another moment he leaped in a rage upon Sweetwater, when the sight of the flowers he held recalled him to himself and he let his hand fall again with the quiet remark: "You're overstepping your dooty.

I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but you're overstepping your dooty." "He's right," muttered Hexford.

"Better let the fellow go.

See! one of the maids is beckoning to him." "He shall go, and welcome, if he will tell me where he gets his taste for this especial brand of whiskey." Sweetwater had crossed to the cupboard and taken down the lower half of the broken bottle which had attracted his notice on his first entrance, and was now holding it out, with a quizzical look at the departing coachman.
Hexford was at his shoulder with a spring, and together they inspected the label still sticking to it--which was that of the very rare and expensive spirit found missing from the club-house vault.
"This is a find," muttered Hexford into his fellow detective's ear.

Then, with a quick move towards Zadok, he shouted out: "You'd better answer that question.