"I don't have to," chortled Don.
"They're both hysterical," explained Arden.
"Carbogen and Turkish bath," said Don. "And quick! Arden, call us a taxi."
"You're both taxis," giggled Arden. "O.K., fellows. Can do." She went to the phone and started to call.
Farrell looked uncomprehendingly at Walt and then at Don, and shook his head. "Mind telling me?" he pleaded.
"Wes, you're a million!" roared Channing, rolling on the floor.
Farrell turned to Arden.
"Let them alone," she said. "Something probably pleases them highly. We'll find out later—Yes? Operator? Will you call a cab for Room 719? Thanks."
Attorney Tinkin faced Judge Hamilton with a slight smile. "Prior to your ruling, I wish to present you with your watch. Also I ask permission to sum up my case—an act which I was unprepared to do last evening."