Do you want to know what I think of you, Mr.--Anthony Locke?"

"I haven't any special yearnings in that direction, but--what do
you think about me?"

"Well, I don't think your name is either Locke or Anthony."

"Marvellous!"

"And I don't think you have any money coming to you, either."

"Mighty intellect!"

"I think you are no good."

"You're not alone in that belief. But what has all that to do with
my sleeping aboard the Santa Cruz?"

"If you want to stay aboard, you'll have to pay in advance. You're
not so foolish as you try to make out."

"Those are glorious words of praise," Kirk acknowledged, "but I'll
make a bet with you."

"What?"

"That you change your mind. I am just as foolish as I appear, and
I'll prove it. I'll bet my ring against your shirts that my name
is Anthony, and if I don't come through with the price of a ticket
to New York you can keep the ring."