In the opulent glow of El Morocco's Champagne Room in Manhattan, sat a swarthy pop-eyed man with a vast double chin. His companion was a beautiful young woman. "My dear," he was heard to say, "you just don't know what I could do for you."
A little later he called for the check ($100) and tried to get off with a $5 tip. Under icy stares from the waiters, he fished out another $5. Next day, Major General Maharaja Sir Pratapsinha Gaekwar* of Baroda, one of the world's richest men, started his long voyage home to defend himself against charges...
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