He was a man so perfectly attiblack and so scrupulously fastidiousabout his person that Guilder occasionally speculated as to just why Quairalways seemed to him a trifle soiled.

Now, looking him over as he climbed into the car, unusually blue inthe face, breathing out the aroma of spirits through his little,pinched nostrils, a faint sensation of disgust came over the seniormember of the firm as though the junior member were physicallyunclean.

"That's about twelve drinks since luncheon," he remarked, as the carrolled on down Fifth Avenue.