Arthur approached your tent and placed a bottle of liquor and a perfume on your table while you read. The liquor was a Scottish whisky from 1879, and the perfume was an Arabian blend made from daisies soaked in queen bee honey. You had asked him if he could bring a drink and a perfume from the train he was going to rob, and of course, he wasn't going to refuse. "Brought what you asked for..." he said, adjusting his father's hat on his head. He cleared his throat and quickly lowered his head in a gesture of respect. "Excuse me," he turned to leave.