"There's a flying school out at the Marina and one of the pilots there is a friend of mine. He'll fly to Santa Barbara with me and the vase."
"You're crazy."
"I know it. Please lend me two thousand dollars."
"What for?"
"To pay for the vase."
"Now I know you're crazy--or drunk. Why if Cappy Ricks ever forgot himself to the extent of paying two hundred dollars for a vase he'd bleed to death in an hour."
"Won't you let me have two thousand dollars, Captain Peasley?"
"I will not, Peck, old son. Go home and to bed and forget it."
"Please. You can cash your checks. You're known so much better than I, and it's Sunday night--"
"And it's a fine way to keep holy the Sabbath day," Matt Peasley retorted and hung up.