Affair in Araby | Page 6

francs t'e tay."
"Yes," assented Rushford, "a full house is a mighty nice thing. But now
you seem to be holding only a bob-tail."
"A pop-tail?"
"No matter--go ahead with the story. You say it costs you a hundred
dollars a day to keep your doors open. What's the heaviest item?"

"T'e greates' item at present iss t'e chef. He iss a fery goot one--I haf
feared to let heem go."
"That was right. You'd better not let him go if you want to keep us here.
How many rooms have you?"
Pelletan produced a second slip of paper.
"For t'at, also, I wass prepared, my tear Monsieur Rushford," he said.
"T'e tariff of charges iss also t'ere."
Rushford looked it over with some care. Then he stared out across the
sands again, the corners of his mouth twitching. Evidently the proposal
appealed to his sense of humour.
"See here, Pelletan," he said, abruptly, turning back, "is there a hoodoo
on the house, or what's the matter?"
"A--I peg monsieur's pardon," stammered Pelletan.
"How does it happen that the hotel over there is full and this one's
empty?"
"Eet iss t'is way, monsieur," explained the Frenchman, eagerly. "For
many year, long pefore t'is new part off t'e house wass puilt, we
enjoyed t'e confidence unt patronage of Hiss Highness, t'e Prince of
Zeit-Zeit, who spent at least two month in efery season here. While t'e
Prince wass here, we were crowded--oh, to t'e smalles' room!--efen at
ot'er times, we tid well, for he gafe t'e house a prestige. But last vinter
he die, unt hiss heir, hiss son, despite t'e care of heem which we haf
taken, t'e anxieties he hass cause' us, yet which we haf cheerfully
porne--t'at ingrate hass t'e pad taste to prefer t'e ot'er house! Our ot'er
customers haf followed heem--like sheep! Eet iss as t'ough we had lost
our star!"
"Your star?"
"In t'e guide-book off Monsieur Karl," Pelletan explained.

"Is that such a tragedy?"
"I haf always t'ought it t'e fery worst t'at could happen," said Pelletan,
"but t'is iss as pad."
It was only by a supreme effort that Rushford managed to choke back
the chuckle which rose in his throat.
"Is Zeit-Zeit the little purblind, monkey-faced fellow who is wheeled
around in a big red chair every day?"
"T'e fery same, monsieur--a great Highness."
Rushford made a grimace of disgust.
"What's the matter with him?" he asked. "Does he only need a bath, or
is it more than skin deep?"
"Eet iss an hereditary trait, monsieur."
"Hereditary taint, you mean! You're better off without him; why, he'd
infect the whole house, Pelletan."
Pelletan gazed at him aghast.
"Monsieur is choking!" he said.
"I'm in deadly earnest, but I don't expect you to understand, for you've
got an hereditary taint, too, Pelletan, which shows itself principally in
your spine."
Pelletan turned pale.
"I assure you, monsieur," he stammered, "I am fery--"
"No matter," broke in Rushford. "All European inn-keepers have it, and
it has never been known to result fatally, so don't worry. But why did
you think I'd take hold of this thing?"

"I haf heard so much," explained Pelletan, "of t'e enterprise of t'e
Americans, t'at I t'ought perhaps you might--"
"Win back Zeit-Zeit? Not on your life! If he comes, I go! But I tell you
what I'll do, Pelletan. I'll make you a proposition."
"Proceed, monsieur," and the other's face began to beam anticipatively.
"For one month I'll pay all the expenses of this hostelry, rent included,
and allow you one hundred francs a day for your services. I take all the
receipts. At the end of that time, I withdraw and leave you to your own
devices. What do you say?"
Monsieur Pelletan reflected. At least, it was postponing the inevitable
for a month, and in a month what may not happen? Besides, at the end
of the month, he would be richer by three thousand francs.
"I accept, monsieur," he said, with fervour. "I am t'ankful a t'ousand
time!"
"All right; I take possession at once. We can have a notary draw up a
formal agreement. Now let's run over this schedule of prices," and he
turned to Pelletan's carefully prepared statement.
"Fery well, monsieur."
"I see you have two apartments de luxe at one hundred francs a day.
Hereafter they will be two hundred francs."
Pelletan gasped.
"From t'at, off course, t'ere will be a tiscount?" he stammered.
"Not a cent; not the tenth of a cent. Two hundred francs net."
"But, monsieur, efen at t'e old price, we haf always gif a tiscount! It iss
only Americans who pay t'e full price. Ot'er people expec'--"
Rushford waved his hand.

"I don't care what they expect. Besides, there's going to be one hotel in
Europe where Americans get a square