Noel and I were in Paris once. Adjoining rooms, of course. One night I felt mischievous, so I knocked on Noel's door, and he asked, "Who is it?" I lowered my voice and said, "Hotel detective. Have you got a gentleman in your room?" He answered, "Just a minute, I'll ask him."
--Beatrice Lillie
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