He is dead! He is dead!" she whimpered.
"He--" Charley swayed forward towards the woman, recovered himself, and said: "Now not a word of what he did to me, remember.

Not one word, or you will go to jail with him.

If you keep quiet, I'll say nothing.

He didn't know what he was doing." He turned to Rosalie.

"Not a word of this, please," he moaned.