"Yes it is."

He looked her squarely in the face and grinned from ear to ear: "No it ain't - your name ain't Casper!"

"You don't believe me?”

"Is your name Bellingham?"

"Yes."

"But it ain't Casper!"

"Yes it is."

"Now come on, don't lie to me-I'm tired and I want to get home. This is your husband's license, ain't it? You're Mrs. Bellingham..."

"No."

"It's your brother's..."

"No."

66

... and you picked it up by mistake?”

"No, it's mine."

"Heh! You wanna be took for a man?" The policeman smiled in- credulously almost laughing.

"Not particularly," said Cass.

"I oughta give you another ticket for driving without a license but it's late and I don't wanna have to take you in and book you now—I'm goin' off duty. And I oughta give you a ticket for lyin' to an officer but he worked his way out of the car and walked around to Cass' side "I'm only gonna give you this one this time—no tail-lights! Mr. Bellingham will have to pay it."

""

"Right."

"Which one of the Bellinghams are you?"

"Casper-I'm sorry you don't like my name."

27