"Do you wish this chair for the voy
age, sir?" asked the deck steward.
"Yes, I think so."
"I'll put your name on it"
"Anthony, suit A, third floor front"
"Very well, sir." The man wrote out
a card and fitted it to the back of the
chair, saying, "One dollar, if you
please."
"I haven't got a dollar."
The steward laughed, as if to humor
his passenger. "I'm afraid, then, you
can't have the chair."
"So I must stand up all the way to
Panama, eh?"
"You are joking, sir. I'll have to pay
it myself if you don't"
"That's right Make me as uncomfort
able as possible By the way, what
size collar do you wear?"
"Sixteen."
Kirk sighed. "Send the purser to
me, will you? I'll fix up the chair mat
ter with him."
While he was talking he beard the
rostle of skirts close by and saw the
woman he had met earlier seating her
self next to him. It annoyed the young
man to realize that out of all the chairs
on deck he had selected the one near
est hers.
Then the purser appeared. "Did you
send for me?" he inquired.
"Yes. There was a strange man
around just now, and he wanted a dol
lar for this chair."
"Well?'
"I want to establish a line of credit.'
The purser grunted.
"And. say!" Kirk ran pn seriously.
