"Precisely," Guest assented.
"I understand," Mr. Magg said. "Which Mr. Courage am I to provide?"
"The one who stays," Guest answered.
"It can be done, of course," Mr. Magg said. "Pardon me one instant."
He stooped down and fished up a kodak.
"A little more in the light, if you please, Mr. Courage. Thank you! That will do! Now side-face."
I was snap-shotted twice before I knew where I was. Then Mr. Magg drew a sheet of paper towards him, and began to make notes.
"You are staying?" he asked.
"Waldorf-Astoria," I answered.
"You will be prepared to leave practically the whole of your effects there, and take your chance of ever seeing them again."