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Show He didn11 ask me to, but I waited. I thought that after he was tossed out of the most opulent hotel in the land, I could take him home with me to Mrs, Maxwell's-not saying he was a bank robber, of course. And Mrs, Maxwell, who took in almost anyone because of hard times, would-if he dipped in the Bay first-take him in. As I waited, I pulled my tweed cap down over my eyes so I could bask in the elegance of the Grand Court without staring. Though I had never been inside the magnificent hotel, I knew its interior matched the grandeur of the courtyard. I knew it had eight hundred rooms with eight hundred noiseless water closets. Everyone knew that. After waiting thirty minutes, I thought perhaps he had been thrown out the back door. I was just telling Rexy to quit staring and start moving, when I heard a sound like falling rocks. I looked up-seven floors up-and there in a window I saw the old robber. He was waving his ragged arms and tossing gold nuggets like confetti to the courtyard below. He was singing a crazy song: You can hear them sigh and wish to die, You can see them wink the other eye, At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo. |