"Sherry," called one.
Instantly Frank produced a brimming glass of sherry from the handkerchief and passed it to the one who had called for it.
"I think you will find that all right," he said, blandly, giving the handkerchief a flirt. "Next."
"Port," called another.
Barely was the word spoken when Frank took another brimming glass of wine from the handkerchief.
"Rare old port," he smiled, passing it to the one who had called. "How is that sherry, sir?"
"It is sherry all right," was the answer; "and good sherry, at that. Thank you."
"And this is port," said the other, smacking his lips.
"Some one else, please," called Frank, looking around.