OUR GREAT UNKNOWN.
First Official. I say, who is the Head of the Thingumyjig Ministry—the one at the Hotel Giorgione?
Second Official. Haven't an idea. I thought it had been wound up.
First Official. Well, I'm not so sure of that. There was an announcement about it in the papers, and then an official démenti, and then the Minister resigned, and now I hear he has been reappointed.
Second Official. Then you evidently knew his name all along. Why on earth did you ask me?
First Official. You see, it's like this. I had a bet on with a man at the Club that out of ten Government officials not more than one would know the Minister's name. You didn't, and you happen to be the ninth who didn't, so I've won my bet. By the way, do you know what has become of the chef at the Giorgione?
Second Official. You mean old Savary, who was always gassing about his descent from NAPOLEON'S General? I think he went back to Paris some time ago.
First Official. Thanks; then I win my second bet—that out of ten Government officials five would know his name.