Henry sighed and started for the door. He turned with his hand on the knob.
"I still think I belong there," was his parting shot.
"Might as well settle this thing right now," said Waddles to himself. Then he lifted up his voice in a howl that made the electric lights quiver. "Send Tom in here!"
The head bar boy appeared, grinning from ear to ear.
"Tom," said Waddles, "don't you know you oughtn't to slip a shot of gin into an old man's lemonade?"
"Ain't nobody gits gin in his lemonade, suh, 'less he awdeh it thataway."
"What did Mr. Peacock have?"
"Plain lemonade, suh."
"No kick in it at all?"
"Not even a wiggle, suh."