to sleep and give that capsule a chance to operate."

"Ask Higgins or Ringold who I am."

"There's no one aboard by either of those names."

"Say!" Anthony raised himself excitedly on one arm, but was forced
to lie down again without delay. "If this is a ship, I must have
come aboard. How did I do it? When? Where?"

"You came on with two men, or rather between two men, about eight-
thirty this morning. They put you in here, gave your ticket to the
purser, and went ashore. The slim fellow was crying, and one of
the deck-hands had to help him down the gangway."

"That was Higgins all right. Now, Doctor, granting, just for the
sake of argument, that this is a ship and that I am Jefferson
Locke, when is your next stop?"

"One week."

"What?" Kirk's eyes opened wide with horror. "I can't stay here a
week."

"You will have to."

"But I tell you I CAN'T, I just can't. I bought a new car the
other day and it's standing in front of the New York Theatre. Yes,
and I have two rooms and a bath at the Astor, at fifteen dollars a
day."