“That’s flip,” replied Miss Abbey, “and it’s my making, and if even you can find out better, I shall be glad to know where.” Filling him, with hospitable hands, a steaming tumbler, Miss Abbey replaced the jug by the fire; the company not having yet arrived at the flip-stage of their supper, but being as yet skirmishing with strong ale.

“Ah⁠—h!” cried Mr. Inspector. “That’s the smack! There’s not a Detective in the Force, Miss Abbey, that could find out better stuff than that.”

“Glad to hear you say so,” rejoined Miss Abbey. “You ought to know, if anybody does.”