“No, sir; but, as the cordial was handy, I thought I might as well try it.”
“And when you had tried it?”
“I felt rather jolly, sir. I never felt better in my life, and thinks I to myself: ‘I’d better write down the name and address of this cordial before I forget it.’ So I says: ‘What’s-your-name,’ I says, meaning the other driver, ‘what’s the name and address of this cordial, before I forget it?’ And I was just taking a pencil out of my pocket to write it down when I felt a bit less jolly and the pencil wouldn’t stop in my hand.”
“You were on your driving seat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And that is all you remember?”
“Yes, sir. Except that once, dreamy like, I thought I was in prison for exceeding the legal limit, and that all the lights in the prison were turned out, and an earthquake was going on.”
“The other driver stood in the road by the car, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How was he dressed?”