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The cheeriness vanished and the boots followed it through the open
doorway.
"I trust you will excuse him, sir," said the waitress deferentially.
"He is just a little deranged, but quite harmless. We employ him out of
charity, sir."
I may have been mistaken, but a sound uncommonly like the chambermaid's
giggle came to me from the passage without.
The sound of a car stopping outside the hotel drew me to the window as
the waitress left me, and I was in time to see an old gentleman with a
long white beard step from the interior of a Daimler landaulette, the
door of which was held open by a dignified chauffeur, whose attire
seemed to consist mainly of brass buttons.
A consultation evidently took place in the smoking-room or bar between
this patriarch and the proprietor, and then I heard agitated voices in
the passage without.
"It's a blinking invasion," said Mr. Gunthorpe. "I tell you we can't do
it. Good heavens, they threaten to stop a month if they are
comfortable."
"Don't worry then, old bean. They won't stop long." This in the voice
of boots.


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