He never locked up his cigars or his whiskey.

I wish he'd give me his old dress-coat.

It fits me, except across the shoulders." Philip stared hard at Prichard; but the lips of the valet had not moved.
In surprise and bewilderment, Philip demanded: "How do you know it fits?
Have you tried it on ?" "I wouldn't take such a liberty," protested Prichard.

"Not with any of our gentlemen's clothes." "How did you know I was talking about clothes," demanded Philip.

"You didn't say anything about clothes, did you ?" "No, sir, I did not; but you asked me, sir, and I--" "Were you thinking of clothes ?" "Well, sir, you might say, in a way, that I was," answered the valet.
"Seeing as you're leaving, sir, and they're not over-new, I thought..." "It's mental telepathy," said Philip.
"I beg your pardon," exclaimed Prichard.
"You needn't wait," said Philip.
The coincidence puzzled him; but by the time he had read the morning papers he had forgotten about it, and it was not until he had emerged into the street that it was forcibly recalled.