"No, of course not. I wouldn't believe it, not if you told me so. Let me see. Where did I hear he lives?"
"I don't rightly know. Somewhere in the neighbourhood."
"So I thought and his first name is?"
"I've forgotten. Hold on! Keith! That's it. Keith Lennox. Are you going to see him? P'raps he can set you straight."
"P'raps he can."
"But don't let on about me, my friend."
"Not on your life," replied his friend, who added: "Where's your hat?"
"My hat!" Mr. Johnson surprisedly exclaimed.
Affably that friend of his nodded. "Ever been to Headquarters? Well, you're going there now!"
Then, presently, the captain and his friend ascended a stairway, down which, a few hours later, hoarse voices came.