"Schultz," prompted that individual.
"For Mr. Schultz, Cassie."
Cassie, however, seemed to have scented surrounding mystery.
"Ah reckon there's a bottle som'ares about yhere, Miss Vi'let," she demurred.
"No, there isn't."
"But, Miss Vi'let, there was one jes' half empty las' night."
"Miss Rose took that to bed with her. Don't talk so much. Go down an' get a fresh bottle for Mr. Schultz."
The girl left the room slowly and sullenly.
Schultz sat silent and motionless until a moment had followed the closing of the door. Then the cold flame was relighted in his eye.
"She called you Miss Violet?" he asked, though still in the most commonplace of tones.