The closet door stood open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, andin a few minutes he would be driving back to civilization.As he looked at the shelf on which the liquor stood, his smile was not attractive. Allthe bottles were unopened, except one quart of Bourbon which was placed invitingly in front,a whiskey glass by its self. The bottle was less than half full.
Climax
 just knocked out for a minute. Here, take this.
Mabel came into the room carrying her suitcase. But she paused in surprise as shesaw the bottle in her husband’s hand. “Judson!” she exclaimed, “You’re not taking a drink atten o’clock in the morning, are you?”“You’re wrong, my dear,” he chuckled, “I’m not taking anything out of this bottle; I’monly putting something into it.” His closed hand opened, and he put two tiny white tablets onthe table as he started to uncork the whiskey
Falling Action
*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*
It was useless to argue – she knew. He had always been ruthless in business andwhenever anything crossed him. Things had to be done his way. She turned towards thedoor with a sigh.“I’ll walk down the road and say good bye at the farmhouse,” she said quietly, “youcan pick me up there.” She had made up her mind to tell Alec’s wife. Someone had to know.“Okay, my dear,” he smiled, “and don’t worry about your poor little burglar. No one isgoing to get hurt who hasn’t got it coming to him.
THE END
When reaching for his boots, Judson stepped upon that acorn. His foot slid from underhim and his head struck the massive table as he fell.
Several minutes later, he began to regain his senses. Alec’s strong arm wassupporting his head as he lay on the porch, and a kindly voice was saying, “It wasn’t much ofa fall, Mr. Webb. You aren’t cut none; just knocked out for a minute. Here, take this. It’llpull you together.”A small whiskey glass was pressed to Judson’s lips. Dazed and half-conscious hedrank.