The key is always in his pocket, yet when his children approach the cupboard he orders them away, so fearful is he of something happening.

When his wife has retired he sometimes unlocks the cupboard with nervous hand, when the door bursts gladly open, and the things roll on to the carpet.

They are the cigars his wife gives him as birthday presents, on the anniversary of his marriage, and at other times, and such a model wife is she that he would do anything for her except smoke them.

They are Celebros, Regalia Rothschilds, twelve and six the hundred.

I discovered Pettigrew's secret one night, when, as I was passing his house, a packet of Celebros alighted on my head.