"To-day, or tomorrow, or a week hence," Partry corrected him. "There is no telling how long this will sit in the Tatler-Lock before Jack, or his deputy, comes round to appraise it." With that Partry accepted the box from Daniel, and tucked it under a sort of pea-coat he had put on as protection from the rain. He descended the stairs. Saturn followed after, and through the floor the Clubb could hear him asking the proprietor to send up four mugs of flip.