Part 3, Chapter 6

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌⁠"Was he drunk?" Esdaile asked. He was walking about, head down, frowning.

The old man stroked his grizzled beard.

"Well, I won't say he hadn't had a few. I saw him have two or three liqueur brandies. And he's a crossish sort of man when he's at home, especially when it's wearing off a bit, but he isn't easily bowled over, isn't Harry. Well, as I was telling you. He gets home about tea-time that day,