"I'll tell you something," returned the sergeant; "I suspect that stuff's of your providing."
Mr. Pumblechook, with a fat sort of laugh, said, "Ay, ay? Why?"
"Because," returned the sergeant, clapping him on the shoulder, "you're a man that knows what's what."
"D'ye think so?" said Mr. Pumblechook, with his former laugh. "Have another glass!"