"You must."
"Vhy?"
"They have picked up the broken pieces of the bottle, which, like a blasted fool, you left on the track near the dead body, and now they're trying to find the man who sold the whisky."
"They von't find him, then."
"Why not?"
"Pecause nopody never sold dot visky."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean dot I don't vos puy a tollar's worth uv visky in den years."
"Thunder! I might have known that."
"Of course."