With a single blow, neatly directed to
Mr Jackson's ear, Mr Jackson was stretched senseless on the deck.
Prince Aribert of Posen stood over him with a revolver. It was
probably the greatest surprise of Mr Jackson's whole life.
'Don't be alarmed,' said the Prince to Nella, 'my being here is the
simplest thing in the world, and I will explain it as soon as I have
finished with this fellow.'
Nella could think of nothing to say, but she noticed the revolver in
the Prince's hand.
'Why,' she remarked, 'that's my revolver.'
'It is,' he said, 'and I will explain that, too.'
The man at the wheel gave no heed whatever to the scene.
Chapter Eleven THE COURT PAWNBROKER
'MR SAMPSON LEVI wishes to see you, sir.'
These words, spoken by a servant to Theodore Racksole, aroused
the millionaire from a reverie which had been the reverse of
pleasant. The fact was, and it is necessary to insist on it, that Mr
Racksole, owner of the Grand Babylon Hotel, was by no means in
a state of self-satisfaction. A mystery had attached itself to his
hotel, and with all his acumen and knowledge of things in general
he was unable to solve that mystery. He laughed at the fruitless
efforts of the police, but he could not honestly say that his own
efforts had been less barren. The public was talking, for, after all,
the disappearance of poor Dimmock's body had got noised abroad
in an indirect sort of way, and Theodore Racksole did not like the
idea of his impeccable hotel being the subject of sinister rumours.
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