"I've got more than that. I've got an option."
"Great Rameses! Are you the mysterious holder of the option?" Dr. Alderson laughed long and softly. "This is lovely! Does she know?"
"If she does, it hasn't shaken her confidence."
"Hire Enderby to unravel that," chuckled the other. "Here he comes back already. His interview must have been brief."
The lawyer approached, halted, set his back against the rail, and gazed grimly at the Tyro over his lowered spectacles. His client braced himself for the impending examination.
"Young man," the judge inquired, "what do you legally call yourself?"
"Smith. Alexander Forsyth Smith."
"What do you call yourself when you don't call yourself Smith?"
"Er—you heard! I've sometimes been called Daddleskink by those who don't know any better. That was only a little joke."
"It's a joke which Captain Herford seems to have taken to heart. He thinks you're a dangerous criminal traveling under the subtle alias of Smith."