U. S. tourists dozing last week in the morgue-like lobby of the Hotel Cecil in London awoke with a start as a strange procession wound between the marble pillars and overstuffed chairs. First came a clergyman in surplice and stole. Then came a number of large dignified gentlemen in silk hats and cutaway coats, and finally a file of choir boys, correctly black cassocked and white collared but with hair strangely mussed, cheeks unusually bright.
"I fancy that this is about the spot," said the leader of the dignified gentlemen, stopping in front...
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