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That night, instead of going to the laboratory, we walked down Broadway until we came to a hotel much frequented by the sporting fraternity.
We entered the restaurant, which was one of the most brilliant in the white-light region, took a seat at a table, and Kennedy proceeded to ingratiate himself with the waiter, and, finally, with the head waiter. At last, I saw why Kennedy was apparently wasting so much time over dinner.