PRINCE BAMBOOZLES SOCIETY; RAJPUT SINGH PROVED RANK IMPOSTER –––– Alleged Son of Nazir of Hydrabad and Glib Tongued Lecturer Associate Revealed as Wily Promoters of Publicity for Theatrical Enterprise. –––– FAKIRS ALMOST GOT AWAY WITH IT The harrowing details which followed were dressed up in such sarcastic verbiage that Mr. Denby’s soul went sick and his appetite for breakfast vanished. He paid his check and sought the seclusion of his room. He wished to hide his face from the public gaze and apply poultices to his wounded dignity. Jimmy Martin, coming up unannounced, found him a half hour later gazing pensively out of the window—a picture of incarnate misery. Jimmy wasn’t in a particularly jaunty mood himself, but he assumed his best “cheery-oh” manner when he caught a glimpse of his associate’s face. “What’s the matter, little song-bird?” he inquired breezily. “You look about as lonely as a bartender.” Mr. Denby turned a pair of ineffably sad eyes on the press agent and sighed mournfully. “I’m disgraced, Mr. Martin,” he said feebly, “irretrievably disgraced. I should never have gone into this masquerade—never. My saner judgment should have prevailed. I shall never recover from this. I’m the most miserable man in Chicago this morning—the most utterly miserable.” “You’ve got another think coming, old popsy-wop,” replied Jimmy. “I’ve just seen his royal highness. You’re a care-free babe in arms compared to that bird. He’s passin’ on to New York on the twelve forty.” “What I can’t understand,” said Mr. Denby, “is how the story got out. Have you any idea?” “Yes, I have,” replied the press agent, slowly. “As a matter of fact I gave it out myself.” “You gave it out yourself,” stammered the bewildered Mr. Denby. “I—I don’t understand. Why did you do such a thing as that?” “Well, the low-down of it is that I had to. I was out to that Easton dame’s house yesterday afternoon with his royal jiblets and when I saw the way the poor nut was makin’ a fool out of herself over that little brown brother it just made me sick. He’d been milkin’ her for thousands and I could see he was layin’ lines to wish himself into an easy life at her expense. She’s a good-natured old gal, too, but she’d fallen for him so hard that she’d have believed him if he told her he was that Buddha party come back to earth for a little holiday.