“Any orders, sir?” asked the butler stiffly.
The sergeant looked steadily at him for a few moments.
“I guess not. By the way, I noticed that Mr. Marsh was wearing a gun in a shoulder holster.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Was that merely a precaution for this evening, or⸺”
“Mr. Marsh spends much of his time on the range, and⸺”
“I see. Where men roll their own cigarettes and carry guns, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s all,” said the sergeant dryly.