Well, you see, the thing worked, and B---- drank his bottle or two, and went to bed pretty mellow.

Of course he must tone up in the morning before leaving home, and so come out all right.
He would tone up a little more on his way to his office, and then be all ready for business and bright as a new dollar.

This would spoil all.

So five of us arranged to meet him at as many different points on his way down town and ask him to drink.

The thing worked like a charm.
We got six glasses into him before he reached his office.