'Sir you simply can not do that in here.’
‘Not only can I. I already have. If you my good man, can look me in the eye and tell me that this, and more, has never been done in this place, with its illustrious history of Lords, Ladies and Americans then not only will I eat my own hat but eat yours. And his. And her knickers'.
He looked closer at the maid. ‘Those I may eat later in any case.'
Taking his cane and the leash of his Irish wolfhound, he stepped from the bathroom stall.
‘Good day to you all.'
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