"Of course," said Mr. Munns, "if I was to go in a friendly manner to Jimmy Rowe at the Dragon, and ask him to give me a bottle of Johnny Walker as a friend to a friend, and provided no money was to pass between him and me, that is——"
"A good idea," said Wimsey, cordially.
Mrs. Munns gave a loud shriek.
"The ladies," said Mr. Munns, "gets nervous at times." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I daresay a drop of Scotch wouldn't do Mrs. Munns's nerves any harm," said Wimsey.
"If you dare, Joe Munns," said the landlady, "if you dare to go out at this time of night, hob-nobbing with Jimmy Rowe and making a fool of yourself with burglars and such——"
Mr. Munns executed a sudden volte-face.
"You shut up!" he shouted. "Always sticking your face in where you aren't wanted."
"Are you speaking to me?"
"Yes. Shut up!"