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latter's higher prices, as well as for the excellence of its
cmsme.
Boldt immediately sent for Killackey. "Michael," he
said, "Mrs. Boldt claims our cocktails are not so good
as those served at the Holland House."
Killackey's eyes glittered. "Mike" knew something
about women.
"I'll take care of that,
sir~ "
he said. Back he went to
his province, and gave an order to a barman.
"Make up two bottles of Manhattan cocktails," he
said. "Label one 'Waldorf' a11d the other 'Holland
,
,
House. Make them exactly the same. Let me know
when you get 'em ready."
. A half hour or so later, Killackey, with a bottle under
each arm-one with "Waldorf" plainly printed thereon,
the other with "Holland House" similarly inscribed-ap–
peared at Boldt's office. A few words, and Boldt sent
for Mrs. Boldt.
Glasses were brought. Mike solemnly took up the
bottle which all could see was named "Holland House,"
and filled three glasses. Mrs. Boldt tasted hers.
"That's a lovely cocktail," she said, and drank. The
appetizer swallowed, she was enthusiastic. "I knew I
was not mistaken," she told her husband.
Killackey did not let a muscle of his face relax while
he placed three other glasses and slowly opened the
bottle bearing the legend, "Waldorf." Mrs. Boldt took
up her glass gingerly, put it to her lips, shook her head.
"I can't drink this at all," she said. "It is simply ter–
rible! I told you so," she said to her husband.
"Michael," said Boldt sternly, but with a flicker of
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