You understand what darkies are—as curious as magpies and quite as lighthanded. If one of them had chanced to see Effingham hiding something behind the clock, he would be sure to investigate for himself at the first convenient opportunity.

His wheels screeched on the pavement and his dogs tumbled from their perch in the camper shell onto the front seat, where a joint of marijuana smoldered in a pie-plate beside an eighteen-inch-long gray-green spear of sensemilla and a Colt revolver.

Thus the whole mixture would be both fragrant and pourable/daubable.

Gardiner had performed his promise to the queen of getting her illegitimation taken off.