"You will have to."
"But I tell you I CAN'T, I just can't. I bought a new car the other day and it's standing in front of the New York Theatre. Yes, and I have two rooms and a bath at the Astor, at fifteen dollars a day."
The physician smiled heartlessly. "You must have been drinking pretty heavily, but I guess you will remember everything by-and-by."
"I can't understand it," groaned the bewildered invalid. "What ship is this—if it is really a ship?"
"The SANTA CRUZ. Belongs to the United Fruit Company. This is one of the bridal suites; it is 11:30 P.M., November 21st. We are bound for Colon."
"Where is that?"
"Panama."
"Panama is in Central America or Mexico or somewhere, isn't it?"
"It is. Now, do you remember anything more?"
"Not a thing."