Oh bravo! That's absolutely correct. My word, the new 'Police Force' is so astute! They should give you a promotion.
But wait, are you accusing me of giving Mr. Stinch poisoned gin? Impossible!
Because I also drank from the exact same bottle as Mr. Stinch and I'm still alive. At least, I think I am!
I stopped by to give old Stinch his present and he invited me in to share it. He even sent poor Hubert down to the apothecary shop for some ice, though I drank mine neat.
I swallowed it in one gulp, toasting the marvellous new year. Stinch sipped his gin slowly, saying that it was of a quality to be savoured, and that it reminded him of his youth.
I only stopped by for a quarter-hour. Now I wish I'd stayed. Poor fellow.