“Let’s go and take something before the train comes along,” said the detective. “Just one glass, you know, for good-fellowship.”
“I’m not particular,” said the officer.
“Will you join us, gentlemen,” said the detective, turning to four or five of the bystanders.
They were willing enough, and all entered a room adjoining the depot, and stepped up to a bar.
Glasses and bottles were set on the counter.
The detective filled a glass, looked at the liquor critically, and said, suddenly:
“Isn’t this whisky?”
“Yes, sir,” replied the barkeeper.
“I ordered gin. Perhaps you will take this, Mr. Johnson, if you wish whisky?”
“Yes, my drink is whisky always. Certainly I’ll take it,” replied the officer.