"What?" The poor clerk stared at Murphy for the key to this riddle.
"The bill, the bill! Give the gentleman his bill, you dub!"
In turning, the clerk knocked over the desk-telephone. As he stooped to recover it he bumped his head against the corner of the cashier's cage. When he finally presented the bill he was a total wreck.
"Was it ...?" he faltered.
"No, it wasn't," snapped Murphy. "We've all been flimflammed."
"But those names!"
"Can't you recognize Jack Barrymore when you see him? He's traveling incog."
"But he said he was the other fellow!"
"Well, Jack likes his joke."