I knew there was some way of finding out.

Throw me a round-trip ticket, Lew.

Lordy me! I can't afford to let a real, live wife slip the halter like this and leave me stranded and not knowing a thing about her.

How much is it ?" The agent slid a dark red card into the mouth of his office stamp, jerked down the lever, and swung his head quickly toward the sounder chattering hysterically behind him.

His jaw slackened as he listened, and he turned his eyes vacantly upon Ford for a moment before he looked back at the instrument.
"Well, what do you know about that ?" he queried, under his breath, released the ticket from the grip of the stamp, and flipped it into the drawer beneath the shelf as if it were so much waste paper.
"That's my ticket," Ford reminded him levelly.
"You don't want it now, do you ?" The agent grinned at him.