asked Guadeloupe, who was unable to keep up with the rapid-fire of his interpreter.
"I say to Herr Quackenbush dat all de modern civilization come to us from his contry, de Ford-cars, de movies, de fine plumbings. I say ve owe de Americans a great deal."
This last phrase, which the President could understand, seemed to him ominous, and he frowned covertly to his volatile adviser.
"Now that the United States has recognized the Illyrian Republic," said Quackenbush, turning politely to Guadeloupe, "we shall expect you to send a minister to Washington. Why wouldn't the Admiral—I mean, the Colonel—be just the man? I could give you some telephone numbers in Washington that might be useful to one of your tastes," he added, observing that the Colonel was waving the cocktail shaker to verify its emptiness. "There would be no need to mention the matter to Mrs. Quackenbush."
"Dat suit me down to de terra firma," replied the Colonel brightly. "First crack out de box
