"Don't mention it."
Norton left the slip and proceeded to the office of the warehouse. He approached the manager's desk.
"Hello, Grannis, old top!"
The man looked up from his work surlily. Then his face brightened.
"Norton? What's brought you here? Oh, yes; that balloon business. Sit down."
"What kind of a man is the captain of that old hooker in the slip?"
"Shifty in gun running, but otherwise as square as a die. Looks funny to see an old tub like that fixed up with wireless; but that has saved his neck a dozen times when he was running it into a noose. Not going to interview me, are you?"
"No. I'm going to ask you to do me a little favor."
"They always say that. But spin her out. If it doesn't cost me my job, it's yours."
"Well, there will be a person making inquiries about the mysterious aeronaut. All I want you to say is, that he left a packet with you, that you've put it in that safe till he calls to claim it."