"We'll lick that," said Peter. "I've got a tiny miniature camera upstairs. We poke it through and take a picture or two."
That was a flat failure, they found. The film came out utterly black. Whether the film was exposed in passing, or whether the "other side" was highly illuminated could not be determined. They could control the light in the cellar so that the partially "gone" camera would not cause exposure of the film. But if the other side were brightly illuminated, there would be an instant where the film was open to the light. They tried for hours, but failed.
Eventually, Andrews took his mousetrap home with him and set it up in the kitchen.
Again, its take was enormous.
Senator Treed entered the hardware store along Connecticut Avenue and asked the clerk for a mousetrap. The clerk looked surprised and said, "But you're living in the Wardman Park Hotel, senator."
"I know. Reputed to be one of the finest hotels in Washington, too. But, there're mice there."
"Hard to believe. Does the management know?"