But one can only do one's best.

I don't know if Mrs.Bunting told you I'd got to question a barmaid about a man who was in her place just before closing-time.

Well, she's said all she knew, and it's as clear as daylight to me that the eccentric old gent she talks about was only a harmless luny.

He gave her a sovereign just because she told him she was a teetotaller!" He laughed ruefully.
Even Bunting was diverted at the notion.

"Well, that's a queer thing for a barmaid to be!" he exclaimed.