"Please! Look at my linen. I'll create a scandal this way."
"Mr. Locke—"
"Anthony."
"Very well, Mr. Anthony. I must straighten out this ticket affair.
Really, I must."
"All right, straighten away."
"If you are not Mr. Locke, it is no good."
"Hurrah! Put me off."
"You don't understand—the ticket is good, but—See here, there's something mighty strange about this. You say your name isn't Locke, you have no baggage, you even thought this ship was a hotel—"
"I did. It was a great disappointment. And now I want a shirt." Anthony began to laugh. "Funny, isn't it?"
"You will have to buy another ticket," said the purser, with dignity.