'It is remarkable, sir.'
'You are aware, of course, that Mr Babylon has transferred all his
interests in this hotel to me?'
'I have been informed to that effect, sir.'
'I suppose you know everything that goes on in the hotel, 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 hotel 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 hotel 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.
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