small courtesies.

"I've seen the captain about that ticket matter," he went on, "and
he says you must buy another."

Kirk shook his head languidly. "Once more I tell you there is
nothing doing."

The officer broke out with some heat: "If you are joking, you've
carried this thing far enough. If you are really strapped, as you
say you are, how does it happen that you are occupying the best
suite on the ship?"

"It is a long story."

"Humph! You will have to give up those quarters and go forward."

"Why? You have your money for that ticket?"

"Yes, but you're not Mr. Locke."

Kirk smiled meditatively. "How do you know?" he queried.

"Good heavens! You've told me so a dozen--"

"Ah! Then you have nothing except my word. Well, sir, now that I
come to think it over, I believe my name is Locke, after all." He
grinned. "Anyhow, I love my little room and I think I'll keep it.
Please don't be peevish. I want you to do me a favor." He removed
the ring from his finger, and, handing it to the Purser, said "I