The officer shook his head with finality. "Nothing doing, Mr. Locke."
"Anthony."
"I'll take no chances. If you don't pay, I'll have to. Look here! Do you want to know what I think of you, Mr.—Anthony Locke?"
"I haven't any special yearnings in that direction, but—what do you think about me?"
"Well, I don't think your name is either Locke or Anthony."
"Marvellous!"
"And I don't think you have any money coming to you, either."
"Mighty intellect!"
"I think you are no good."
"You're not alone in that belief. But what has all that to do with my sleeping aboard the Santa Cruz?"