"Who ordered this suite of rooms and all this tomfoolery?"
The man bowed and waved his hand loftily toward the groom.
"How?"
"By telegraph."
"Let me see the despatch."
One of the functionaries--the clerk--handed me the document.
"Is this the only one?"
"Yes."
"It is signed 'Joseph Hornblend,' you see."
"Yes."
"Then let Hornblend pay for it. Now be good enough to show these young
people to a bedroom, and send your head-waiter to me. We will all dine
downstairs together in the café."