“Where does your power come from?”
“Oh! I put in a patent electric motor for a dishwasher, and contracted for electric fly fans for next summer. So that is all right.”
Parks laughed heartily, and declared that it was a great scheme.
While the men were figuring over the plan, the sound of breaking crockery came from the front end of the place.
They both dashed out, for it was quite evident that there was serious trouble in the main dining room.
“One of the waiters threw a server of dishes at a customer,” explained an employee.
“Where is that waiter?” thundered Gilmore. “I’ll take care of him.”
“I don’t know, sir,” was the reply. “He was here a moment ago.”
“There on the floor, sir. He was knocked down.”