Mr. Langlitz exits the club with little coercion, followed by his valet, and a pigeon defecates upon his bowler hat. Irritated, he steps out into the street to beat it (the bowler) clean.

The moment chosen is starred ill; Mr. Langlitz now occupies the lane during one of the four minutes each hour in which a streetcar progresses down it. Mr. Langlitz is unaware of this. His valet is not, and so gallantly (always gallantly) pushes Mr. Langlitz forward, thereby replacing him in its path.

“That was my favorite valet!” Mr. Langlitz says.

Life has been repeatedly unkind to Mr. Langlitz.