“Would you like a shot of brandy?” he asked his guest after dinner.
Drinks poured, settled in the living room, the guest said, “Hm, good stuff. Where did you get it?”
“It was a gift from an old Chinese guy I know.”
The guest straightened. “In Chinatown.”
“Yeah, sure, why?”
“Can I see the bottle?”
After a close inspection, he said, “We’ve been trying to track down these guys for ages.”
Uh, oh. The guest was a liquor inspector. This might not be so good. “Um, why?” he asked.
“This stuff is illegal, smuggled in with the food they import and we’ve never been able to catch them.”
Now he was in a quandary. Would his guest ask for the name of his friend? What would he answer if it came to that? He held his breath.
The guest put the bottle down, took another sip of the brandy and after a long pause, said, “Damn fine stuff.”