I may further relate, on that trip to Canada, I stopped at the Island
House in Toledo. I thought I would go into Detroit in daylight, and
see where I was going when I got there, and crossed the river into
Canada. I registered at the hotel mentioned as usual, and went up to
supper on the next floor. After I finished and was walking out of the
dining room, a fellow stepped up behind me and said: “I guess we will
settle right here.” Well, one has to think pretty fast under those
circumstances. He impressed me as a detective, who thought he had found
his man. I said, “Settle for what?” He responded, “Settle for your
supper.” I was greatly relieved. I said, “Why, my dear sir, I have
registered here at this hotel and expect to stay all night.” He said,
“Well, that is different. Then I will go down and see the register.” I
was in the habit of registering at hotels under almost any sort of name
that occurred to me at the time. I never registered under my own name,
and I had to look at the register to see what it was. I knew I could
tell my handwriting. When I got up to the register and saw what it was,
I said, “There it is.” Said he, “That’s all right.”