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I found him . He consisted of a German chauffeur and eight bottles of beer . When I explained the pitiful situation to him the chauffeur swallowed two bottles of beer and began to cry . Then he told the waiter to call him at 7:30 , and he put his head down on the table and went to sleep with his face in a cute little nest of hard-boiled cigarettes . I rushed to the telephone and called up the liveryman , but before I could think of a word strong enough to fit the occasion he whispered over the wire , `` I know your voice , Mr. Henry . I suppose Parsifal is waiting for you outside ! '' Forthwith I tried to tell that liveryman just what I thought about him and Parsifal , but the telephone girl short-circuited my remarks and they came back and set fire to the woodwork .