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You know, you, uh, oughta take a look at the statistics on suicide some time. You might
learn a little something about the insurance business.
Mister Keyes, I was RAISED in the insurance business.
Yeah, in the front office. Come now, you've never read an actuarial table in your life,
have you? Why they've got ten volumes on suicide alone. Suicide by race, by color, by occupation,
by sex, by seasons of the year, by time of day. Suicide, how committed: by poison, by
firearms, by drowning, by leaps. Suicide by poison, subdivided by *types* of poison, such
as corrosive, irritant, systemic, gaseous, narcotic, alkaloid, protein, and so forth;
suicide by leaps, subdivided by leaps from high places, under the wheels of trains, under
the wheels of trucks, under the feet of horses, from *steamboats*. But, Mr. Norton, of all
the cases on record, there's not one single case of suicide by leap from the rear end
of a moving train. And you know how fast that train was going at the point where the body
was found? Fifteen miles an hour. Now how can anybody jump off a slow-moving train like
that with any kind of expectation that he would kill himself? No. No soap, Mr. Norton.
We're sunk, and we'll have to pay through the nose, and you know it.