What I want is a locked door and a still mouth in your head." The last he whispered in the husband's ear as the wife crossed reluctantly back to her books.
The man turned the bill he had received, over and over in his hand; then scrutinised Sweetwater, with his first show of hesitation.
"You don't want to kill yourself ?" he asked.
Sweetwater laughed with a show of good humour that appeared to relieve the woman, if it did not the man.
"Oh, that's it," he cried.

"That's what the missus was afraid of, was it?
Well, I vow! And ten thousand dollars to my credit in the bank! No, I don't want to kill myself.

I just want to booze to my heart's content, with nobody by to count the glasses.

You've known such fellers before, and that cosey, little room over there has known them, too.

Just add me to the list; it won't harm you." The man's hand closed on the bill.