THIS TURK A QUICK JUMPER
Telfik Bey, Guest of Turkish Embassy, Barely
Escapes a Speeding Motor-Car
No arrest, it appeared, had been made. The “story,” indeed, was brief, and of no intrinsic importance other than as a social note. But to Average Jones it began to glow luminously.
“Who is Telfik Bey?” he inquired.
“He isn’t. Up to yesterday he was a guest of this hotel.”
“Indeed! Skipped without paying his bill?”
“Yes—ah. Skipped—that is, left suddenly without paying his bill, if you choose to put it that way.”
The tone was significant. Average Jones’ good natured face became grave.
“Oh, I beg your pardon, Tommy. Was he a friend of yours?”
“No. He was, in a sense, a ward of the Department, over here on invitation. This is what has almost driven me crazy.”
Fumbling nervously in the pocket of his creaseless white waistcoat he brought forth a death notice.