the old bastard was in such manner conveyed across the room , past the tootling trumpet-player who served as entertainment for the patrons of hattigan 's ( that young bowler-hatted worthy added his own kick in the seat of the old bastard 's dusty trousers without ever missing so much as a single note of `` play , ladies , play '' ) , and out through the batwing doors , where he collapsed face-first into the street .