Rick dropped the used flash bulb into a convenient ash tray, replaced it with a new one, and reset the camera. At least he had one good picture. Tom Tyler, framed by his questioners, had looked somehow like a thoroughbred animal at bay.
Outside the door, the old man was still whittling. "Get a real scoop, sonny?" he asked Jerry.
"Sure did," Jerry returned. He leaned against the doorjamb. "I didn't get your name."
"Didn't give it."
"Will you?"
"Sure. I ain't ashamed. I'm Captain Michael Aloysius Kevin O'Shannon. Call me Cap'n Mike."
"All right, Cap'n Mike. Is it true Captain Tyler stands to lose his master's license and may be even charged with deliberately wrecking the ship?"
"It's true.
"He says he was drunk."
"He wasn't."