He sipped, and sipped again, obediently.
'Good, isn't it?' she questioned.
He looked up at her. He was stronger already.
'It's very good,' he said, with conviction. 'Now a bit of bread-and-butter. Thanks.' Yes, the excellence and power of the Hugo tea was not to be denied, and he was deeply glad in that moment that he owned his private plantations in Ceylon. 'Who are you, may I ask?' he demanded of his rescuer.
'If you please, sir, I'm Albert's wife.'
'Albert?'
'Albert Shawn, your detective, sir.'
'Of course you are!'
'You gave us a bedroom suite for a wedding present, sir.'
'Of course I did! By the way, where's Albert?'