Puck has mysteriously come into possession of not only his own broken bottle, but the undisturbed one of probably-whiskey, which he sets down cautiously on the ... somewhat gaudy bed, which appears to be the only furniture in the place.

He goes for the doorknob, puts his hand to it, then bends in to listen.

"Of naught that I can see," he says absently.

"But 'tis all silence in the next one."