"Clean it? It's as clean as you are, my pretty."
"You are very generous," said Hunsaker.
Quinney winked and chuckled joyously.
"Biz! There are other things downstairs, Mr. Hunsaker. Are you buying these chairs for yourself?"
As he spoke he held the bottle in both his hands, caressing it softly.
"Why, certainly. Have them cased, please, and consigned to my agents in New York, who will see them through the Custom House. Any marks on that jar, Mr. Quinney?"
Quinney handed to him the bottle.
"I don't think so; they never marked them bottles. It's marked all over."
Hunsaker turned it upside down, and the key of the cabinet fell out.
"The missing key," said Quinney. "Now what fool stuffed it in there?"