Then Bland unwittingly pushed Johnny Jewel from the edge of obscurity into the bright light of notoriety again.
Bland said, "I know a joint where we can git a good room for fifty cents--and no questions asked, bo." They happened at that moment to be nearing the immaculate white-gloved doorman who stands ward over the entrance to the Alexandria.

Johnny looked at him, saw what exclusive hostelry was named upon his cap band, and stopped.

"You can go to your joint where they don't ask questions," he said somewhat loftily to Bland.

"I'll stop here where they don't have to." Bland gasped, but Johnny was already turning in past the immaculate white-gloved one who bowed as Johnny brushed him by.

Bland had only time enough to mutter, "I'll wait here till you register," before Johnny disappeared into the subdued elegance where Bland would not venture.