millionaire installed himself in the late owner's private room and rang the bell.
'I want Jules,' he said to the page.
While waiting for Jules, Racksole considered the question of Miss Spencer's disappearance.
'Good morning, Jules,' was his cheerful greeting, when the imperturbable waiter arrived.
'Good morning, sir.'
'Take a chair.'
'Thank you, sir.'
'We have met before this morning, Jules.'
'Yes, sir, at 3 a.m.'
'Rather strange about Miss Spencer's departure, is it not?' suggested Racksole.
'It is remarkable, sir.'
'You are aware, of course, that Mr Babylon has transferred all his interests in this hôtel to me?'
'I have been informed to that effect, sir.'
'I suppose you know everything that goes on in the hôtel, Jules?'
'As the head waiter, sir, it is my business to keep a general eye on things.'
'You speak very good English for a foreigner, Jules.'
'For a foreigner, sir! I am an Englishman, a Hertfordshire man born and bred. Perhaps my name has misled you, sir. I am only called Jules because the head waiter of any really high-class hôtel must have either a French or an Italian name.'
'I see,' said Racksole. 'I think you must be rather a clever person, Jules.'
'That is not for me to say, sir.'
'How long has the hôtel enjoyed the advantage of your services?'
'A little over twenty years.'
'That is a long time to be in one place. Don't you think it's time you got out of the rut? You are still young, and might make a reputation for yourself in another and wider sphere.'
Racksole looked at the man steadily, and his glance was steadily returned.
'You aren't satisfied with me, sir?'
'To be frank, Jules, I think—I think you—er—wink too much. And I think that it is regrettable when a head waiter falls into a habit of taking white ribbons from the handles of bedroom doors at three in the morning.'
Jules started slightly.
'I see how it is, sir. You wish me to go, and one pretext, if I may use the term, is as good as another. Very well, I can't say that I'm surprised. It sometimes happens that