'Morning, Bish.'
'Good morning, Mulliner,' said the bishop affably. 'I have lain somewhat late today.'
'I say, Bish,' asked Augustine, a little anxiously. 'Did you take a very big dose of the Buck-U-Uppo last night?'
'Big? No. As I recollect, quite small. Barely two ordinary wine-glasses full.'
'Great Scott!'
'Why do you ask, my dear fellow?'
'Oh, nothing. No particular reason. I just thought your manner seemed a little strange on the water-pipe, that's all.'
The bishop was conscious of a touch of chagrin.
'Then you saw through our—er—innocent deception?'
'Yes.'