The physician smiled heartlessly. "You must have been drinking
pretty heavily, but I guess you will remember everything by-and-
by."

"I can't understand it," groaned the bewildered invalid. "What
ship is this--if it is really a ship?"

"The SANTA CRUZ. 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?"