havin' a battle royal with swords. Three feet from where we're standin' a house is burnin' down and two guys is sluggin' each other on the roof. We walk along a little further and run into a private conversation. Some guy in a new dress suit is makin' love to a dame, while another fellow stands in front of them and says at the top of his voice, "Remember now, you're madly in love with her, but father detests the sight of your face. Ready—hey, camera—all right—wait a minute, wait a minute, don't wrestle with her, embrace her, will you, embrace her!" 

 Kid Scanlan takes this all in with his eyes poppin' out of his head and his mouth as open as a stuss game. 

 "Some joint, eh?" he says to me.  "This is what I call a regular cabaret! See if we can get a table near the front!" 

 A lot of swell-lookin' dames comes in—well, of course it was some warm out there, but even at that they was takin' an awful chance on gettin' pneumonia, and files out of a house on the left and starts to dance and I had to drag the Kid away bodily. We duck through a side street, and every time we turn around some guy with a camera yells for us to get out of the way, but finally we wind up at Mr. Genaro's office. He ain't in, but a guy that was tells us Genaro's makin' a picture of Richard the Third, over behind the Street Scene in Tokio. We breezed over there and we found him. 

 Genaro is in the middle of what looks like the chorus of a burlesque show, only the men is wearin' tights instead of the women. I picked him out right away because he was the first guy I had seen in the place in citizen's clothes, outside of the guys with the kodaks. He was little and fat, lookin' more like a human plum puddin' than anything else. When we had worked our way through the mob, we saw that he was shakin' his fist at 'em and bawlin' 'em out. 

 "Are you Mr. Genaro?" I asks him. 

 "Joosta wait, joosta wait!" he hollers over his shoulder without even lookin' around.  "I'm a ver' busy joosta now! Writa me the letta!" 

 "Where d'ye get that stuff?" I yells back, gettin' sore.  "D'ye know who we are?" 

 I seen the rest of them gigglin', and Genaro dances around and throws up his hands. 

 "Aha!" he screams, pullin' at his hair.  "You maka me crazy! What's a mat—what you want? Queek, don't make me wait!" 

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