"Rather!"
"Well, I svallowed all there vos in the bottle ... and I ain't dead, it seems."
Jim surveyed the empty jar, and found it to be the mislabelled vessel in which he kept his whisky safe from Mrs Brown's thirsty raids.
"You're a foolish old man!" said Jim. "Never you try on any trick of that sort again--d'you hear?"
"Vy didn't it kill me?" inquired the dealer in an aggrieved voice.
"Because what you drank wasn't poison--luckily for you."
"Vould it have been enough if it had been p'ison?"
"Yes, enough to kill an elephant."
Old Harris shuddered.
"Vould it have hurt?" he asked.