"We have, sir--that same. With my name upon it."
"With your name upon it. Just so! Now, I suppose that label is never sewed on to anything which has not been either made or sold by you?"
"Which has not been made, sir! We don't sell anything except our own make--Evans of Amherst don't."
"Exactly; and very proper too." To Mr. Carruthers: "Settles one point, my dear sir--must have been made here! Now, Mr. Evans, you make all sorts of coats, of course, blue Witney overcoats among the number?"
Mr. Evans, after a hesitating fin-flap, says: "A blue Witney overcoat, sir, is an article seldom if ever called for in these parts. I shouldn't say we'd made one within the last two years--leastways, more than one."
"But you think you did make one?"
"There were one, sir, made to order from a party that was staying at the Lion."
"Staying at the Lion? The inn, of course, where I slept last night. How long ago was that?"
"That were two years ago, sir."
"That won't do!" cries Mr. Dalrymple, in disappointed tone.