The invalid shook his head faintly. "Funny place I've got into. What's the name of it?"
"This? Oh! The SANTA CRUZ."
"Never heard of it. Why didn't they give me a good room? This is fierce."
"Suite A is considered very good, sir. It is one of the best on the line."
"Line?" Kirk grunted. "So this is some dead-line dump. Well, I'm going to get out—understand? Hand me my trousers and I'll slip you a quarter."
The steward did as desired, but a blind search showed the pockets to be empty.
"Give me the coat and vest." But here again Kirk found nothing, and was forced to apologize. "Sorry, old man, but I must have left it at the office. Now be a good fellow and hustle up that taxi. I'm getting sicker every minute."
"Perhaps you had better have the doctor?"
"Is there a good one handy?"
"Yes, sir."