"What bottle?"
"The one in the closet."
Jenks eyed Billy Grant, and Billy eyed Jenks—a look of man to man, brother to brother.
"Not quite, sir—a nip or two."
"At," suggested Billy Grant, "say—five dollars a nip?"
Jenks smiled.
"About that," he said. "Filled?"
Billy Grant debated. The Nurse was turning at the gate.
"No," he said. "As it is, Jenks. Bring it here."
Jenks brought the bottle and a glass, but the glass was motioned away. Billy Grant took the bottle in his hand and looked at it with a curious expression. Then he went over and put it in the upper bureau drawer, under a pile of handkerchiefs. Jenks watched him, bewildered.