"what I wonder is how you ever manged it. Iv'e been trying to get you ten years for a quiet drink. And now, on the one night, you insist on turning in early."
" In the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty-five years old, with a touch of grey at either temple, sad grey eyes, and a small thin mustache looked down at them
"Why yes it a ticket on Thursday to Rio"
"I've had him for a month. I keep him in the cellar in a toolbox. My wife never goes downstairs, and I have the only lock and key."
"Hold on he cried, ten thousand dollars missing."
As he kissed her on the cheek You haven't done that in years."