Once in a way.

Afore I lock up the bar, will you--" "Not to-night.

I've mixed port and beer already, and I'm only a little fellow.

Now you, Mr.Tomlin, can mix anything, I fancy ?" "I've tried a few combinations in me time, sir." "But, about these theatrical performances--is there any scenery, costumes, 'props' as actors call them ?" "Yes, sir.

They're stored in the loft over the club-room--the room where the inquest wur held." "What, _here_ ?" Furneaux's shrill cry scared Mr.Tomlin.
"Y-yes, sir," he stuttered.
"Is that my candle ?" said the detective tragically.