LUKE. Well, why didn't you kill yerself?
REVENUE. I was afraid.
LUKE. Afreed o' what—hurtin' yourself?
REVENUE. No, afraid of the consequences.
LUKE. Whad d'ye mean?
REVENUE. Do you believe in another life after this one?
LUKE. I kan't say ez I ever give it much thought.
REVENUE. Well, don't—because if you do you'll never kill another Crosby ... not even a revenue officer.
LUKE. 'Tain't that bad, is it?
REVENUE. Worse. Twenty times I've had a revolver to my head—crazy to die—and then as my finger pressed the trigger I'd get a terrible dread—a dread that I was plunging into worse terrors than this world ever knew. If killing were the end it would be easy, but what if it's only the beginning of something worse?