"Brava, Gertie!" Sadie declares as the staircase is revealed. Augustine twines around the dog's legs and beneath her stomach, and it's only their collective fluffiness that keeps Gertrude from clearing the fox easily.

As they begin their descent, Sadie muses, "An entire cellar of booze! Frank, do you think there will just be barrels of it?" She's always wanted a nice barrel full of booze in their penthouse apartment, but it probably wouldn't have fit through the door, and it would have been cruel to ask the boy from the liquor store to manage something so large and heavy.