"Well done!" Frank takes the lantern with a satisfied cluck of the tongue and follows Gertrude into the looming shadows. She's stopped alongside a different rack of barrels and is sniffing them all studiously.

"Well, dear Gertrude?" asks Frank cautiously, afraid of another disappointment.

Gertrude hesitates for a breathless instant, then turns, gives them a big dog smile, and says, "GIN!"