Belongs to the United Fruit Company. This is one
of the bridal suites; it is 11:30 P.M., November 21st. We are
bound for Colon."
"Where is that?"
"Panama."
"Panama is in Central America or Mexico or somewhere, isn't it?"
"It is. Now, do you remember anything more?"
"Not a thing."
"Well, then, go to sleep. You'll be all right in the morning, Mr.
Locke."
"Anthony."
"Very well, Mr. Anthony, if you prefer. Is there anything more you
would like to ask me?"
"No."
"Of course, there may have been some mistake," the medical man
observed, doubtfully, as he opened the door. "Maybe you intended
to take some other ship?"
"No mistake at all," the sick man assured him. "I'm beginning to
remember now. You see, I lost my hat and decided I'd run down to
Panama and get another. Good-night."
"Good-night. That capsule will make you sleep."
When the officer had gone Kirk mumbled to himself: "If it turns
out that I AM in New York, after all, when I wake up I'll lick
that doctor." Then he turned over and fell asleep.
But morning showed him the truth of the doctor's information. He
awoke early and, although his head still behaved queerly and he
had moments of nausea, he dressed himself and went on deck. The
shock he had received on the evening before was as nothing to what
he felt now upon stepping out into the light of day.
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