[Barnaby isn't the only one using drinks to make sense of it all, tonight. As it happens, Cecil is also at the bar, nursing a drink. Well, not quite nursing. He's mostly picking up his glass, setting it back down, spinning it slightly on the counter and restarting the process all over again, humming under his breath the whole time.

He's being quite careful not to spill a drop on the other patrons, but the sound of glass meeting wood over and over again might become annoying after a few minutes. If the humming doesn't reach that point first, of course.]