Anybody would think he was--" "It's not drink," said Doyle.

"Nobody ever saw the sign of it on him." He was angry, angry with Sabina Gallagher, and perhaps more angry with Meldon; but he had a sense of justice, and was loyal to the man who had once been his friend.

He thought that Sabina was going to make an accusation which might be natural enough, but was certainly false.

As a matter of fact, she had not meant to say anything of the sort, and disclaimed the suggestion hotly.
"I wasn't saying it was drink.

I know well it couldn't be, for he's a simple, innocent kind of gentleman that wouldn't do the like.