1912. Illustrated. The book begins: Earlier in the day, when the accidental overturning of an inkwell in King's office had resulted in a liberal bespattering of Oakley's trousers, King had insisted that his own tailor should repair the damage. Fiddlesticks! he had replied to his friend's arguments in favor of the hotel valet. My man's absolutely reliable. He'll get your things back to you on time, he won't rot the cloth with acids, and he won't rob you, which is more than can be said for any hotel tailor that I ever heard of. James, to a boy, telephone to-oh, what's-his-name! You know; my tailor-and tell him to send to The Caravansary tonight, at half after six, for Mr. Oakley's trousers. He is to take out these spots-tell him the stains are ink-and return them-When do you want them, Ned? Any time tomorrow will do, James. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.