(Impatient noises heard from kodaks behind furniture.)
“On what business are you here on?” relapse Hon. Clerk.
“I ain’t not here on no business. I are——”
“You are,” abjurgate Clerk, “then you admit it!”
“He admit it!!” cry-out 17 Reporters & 9 Photographers arising from furniture.
“Which do I admit?” desire Hon. Stranger beginning to make tears.
“You are the Prince de Chagrin!” collapse all in unicorn.
“Discovery!” cry that unhappy Prince, fainting away into bar-room. All kodaks explode simultaneously.
With immediate quickness that Hotel become one International Affair. Telegraf editors of all prominent newspresses set desks in lobby to be near it; hallway in front of bedroom where Hon. Prince is awake, is full with interviewers, biographers, historians, popular novelists, muck-rakers, scratch-artists, paint-artists, photographers & engravers.