“It wasn’t that!” exclaimed Mr. Sanders, indignantly. “You see, I
didn’t say a word at all.”
“How’d she find out, then?” asked one of the party.
“Why, I went home, and she asked if it was me. I told her it was. Took
the chances on that, you know. Then she asked me if I’d been drinking.
I told her no. And there I stopped. Never said another word.”
“But you say she caught on somewhere. How was it?”
“Just a blunder I made. When I told her I hadn’t drank anything she
was satisfied, but when I come to go to bed, I put on my overcoat
instead of my night-shirt. That excited suspicion.”