Half an hour has elapsed.
(Self discovered, washing face. There is a knock at the door.)
Self. "Come in."
(Enter Armenian.)
Armenian. "Ah, 'ere you vos. Ze manager tolt me your room. I come right up."
Self. "Apparently."
Armenian. "I vont to buy your motorsickle; vot you vont for 'im?"
Self. "Speak respectfully, please. I want 500 dollars for her."
Armenian (throwing up his hands in horror). "Ah, zat vos too much, my frent! Dot vos more zan you give for 'im—for 'er."
Self. "And how the devil do you know what I gave for her?"