You say your name isn't
Locke, you have no baggage, you even thought this ship was a
hotel--"
"I did. It was a great disappointment. And now I want a shirt."
Anthony began to laugh. "Funny, isn't it?"
"You will have to buy another ticket," said the purser, with
dignity.
"A bright idea!" Kirk smiled grimly; then, turning his pockets
wrong side out, continued lightly: "You look me over and if you
can find the price of a ticket I'll give you half."
"Then you have lost your money as well as your baggage and your
identity?"
"So it would seem."
"Impossible!"
It was plain that the officer was growing angry, so Kirk made
haste to say:
"Now let's be friends, at least. By-the-way--pardon the personal
nature of the question--but--what size shirt do you wear?"
"Seventeen."
"Saved! Let me have about six, will you?"
"Certainly NOT," returned the other. "I need all I have."
"Miser! Then you must help me find some one my size."
The purser, however, seemed in no mood to go shirt-hunting, and
backed out of the door, saying: "I'll have a look for your
baggage, Mr.--Anthony, and I'll see the captain about this ticket,
also. I don't know whether you're making fun of me or not, but--
I'll look you up later."
He departed, shaking his head as if this were a form of insanity
he had never before encountered.
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