Let me mix you a stiff brandy and soda.

Drink it down and eat only a dry biscuit.

I have some brandy of my own here." "Nothing does me any good," Mr.Coulson groaned.
"This," the stranger remarked, producing a flask from his case and dividing the liquor into equal parts, "may send you to sleep.

If so, you'll be across before you wake up.

Here's luck!" Mr.Coulson drained his glass.