"I want to be in it," said the lady. "Can you make me something that
looks like a drink, and isn't?"
"Scotch," said the proprietor without hesitation.
"No--no," she said, "Water and coloring matter."
She was fitted finally with a pony of water containing a few drops of
Spanish Red and an olive.
The three touched glasses and wished each other luck all around.
Saterlee paid eighty dollars and some change across the bar. But the
proprietor pushed back the change.
"The drinks," he said grandly, "was on the house."