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Yes; would it be troubling you too much if I asked you to produce him? He goes by the name of—

Nanki-Poo.

Nanki-Poo.

It's quite easy. That is, it's rather difficult. In point of fact, he's gone abroad!

Gone abroad? His address.

Knightsbridge!

(who is reading certificate of death). Ha!

What's the matter?

See here— his name— Nanki-Poo— beheaded this morning. Oh, where shall I find another? Where shall I find another?

(,, and fall on their knees.)

(looking at paper.) Dear, dear, dear! this is very tiresome. (To ) My poor fellow, in your anxiety to carry out my wishes you have beheaded the heir to the throne of Japan!

I beg to offer an unqualified apology.

I desire to associate myself with that expression of regret.

We really hadn't the least notion—

Of course you hadn't. How could you? Come, come, my good fellow, don't distress yourself— it was no fault of yours. If a man of exalted rank chooses to disguise himself as a Second Trombone, he must take the consequences. It really distresses me to see you take on so. I've no doubt he thoroughly deserved all he got. (They rise.)

We are infinitely obliged to your Majesty—

Much obliged, your Majesty.

Very much obliged, your Majesty.

Obliged? not a bit. Don't mention it. How could you tell?

No, of course we couldn't tell who the gentleman really was.

It wasn't written on his forehead, you know.

It might have been on his pocket-handkerchief, but Japanese don't use pocket-handkerchiefs! Ha! ha! ha!

Ha! ha! ha! (To ) I forget the punishment for compassing the death of the Heir Apparent.

Yes. Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy. Something of that sort. I think boiling oil occurs in it, but I'm not sure. I know it's something humorous, but lingering,