"Are you a Swede?" was the officer's next question as he turned his eyes on me.
"Do I look like one?" was my flippant reply.
"What nationality are you, then?" he enquired sternly.
"I am an American."
"Where are you going?"
"I am going to America as fast as I can get there."
"How much money have you in your possession?"
"I have enough."
"I want to know the actual amount," said the officer impatiently.