“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
Micky took up, the pen and hesitated a moment as if trying to recollect something he had almost forgotten. Then he filled out the slip carefully, taking a long time about it, and slid it back to the purser. At the bottom, after the words “Signature of applicant,” appeared in Micky’s labored scrawl the name:
Michael Fitzpatrick St. Giles Stanley Hamilton, Earl of Roakby, Viscount Chiselhurst, Baron Montagu.
“You see,” semi-apologetically, “that Roakby chap who was shot in England the other day happened to be my uncle.—Now Shylock, old chap,” he added patiently, “just give me a month’s wages to pay my cabby, will you?”
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