(Calls) Clerk! Clerk! Where the devil are you?

Huh! I thought you’d fallen off the cliff too!

What’s my bill? I’m leaving this forsaken place.

So am I! I’ve been coming here for ten years . . . at the end of the season, because I hate crowds. But I don’t relish a vacation in a place as dead as some of its guests.

Nonsense! There’s a curse on this place!

It’s more than that! Where’s Andy Walton? I want to see him before I leave.

Good! He might as well! No guest in his right mind would spend a night here. Here’s thirty dollars. Keep the change. (Goes) Good-by!
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