| Miles Massey:
Baron von Espy, what is your profession?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
[in outrageous French accent] Silly man. I am a baron.
Miles Massey:
Yes, but do you not also hold a day job? Paying job. A, uh, a square job.
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Well, one has to live. I am the concierge of Les Pantalons Rouges at Bad-Gadesbourg in the canton of Uri.
Miles Massey:
And what does that job entail?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
I satisfy such requests as the clientele may present.
Miles Massey:
Towels, ice, et cetera?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
We have bellmen for that. No, no, no. Such requests that, were you at home, you would address not to your valet but to your majordomo. [to his yapping dog]
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Shush, poochy-chow.
Miles Massey:
I see. [Pointing to Marilyn Rexroth]
Miles Massey:
Baron, do you recognize that woman?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Ah, cher Marylin. But of course. Look who is here. Hi!
Miles Massey:
And she was a guest of the Red... Trousers?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Oh, many times, for relaxing and making Alpine recreation.
Miles Massey:
Mm-hmm. I am curious about her visit of five years ago. January ninteen ninty eight. Can you remember any specific request she made at that time?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Yes, I can.
Miles Massey:
And, what, at that time, did she tell you she required?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
She said that she required... a husband!
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