SCENE VII
Scene.—In the hall of the Hotel. Manager behind desk.
Self. "Excuse me, but I have a favour to ask. I have just done a deal with this gentleman, but as all the banks are closed till Monday, I am wondering if you would be good enough to cash this cheque for me as I am leaving for the East to-morrow."
(Manager looks closely at me and proceeds to open till; then, looking at Armenian, pauses for a moment. Ultimately the money is paid over.)
(Armenian and Self walk toward door opening on to street.)
Self. "What the blazes! Where's Lizzie? I left her up against the pavement. She's gone!"
Armenian. "Oh, zat vos alright. I move 'er zis afternoon to a garage round ze corner. Jhust zink how terrible it would be if some one stole 'im!"
Self. "Well, I'll be goldarned!"