noon
But he had laid up alongside an amber-filled bottle in a moldy wine shop somewhere near the Barbary coast . Yes , he had achieved it even in the face of prohibition . And she had got wind of it . Folks had seen him , red-eyed and greasy-coated and bilious-hued , emerging from his haunt in some harsh noon that set him blinking , like a startled owl . Well , she could n't quite have that , you know ! She could n't have her husband making a spectacle of himself , sinking lower and lower in the hell of his own choosing . No !