'
Jules spoke no word.
Before Racksole parted company with the Customs man that night
Jules had been safely transported into the Grand Babylon Hotel
and the two watermen had received their ?10 apiece.
'You will sleep here?' said the millionaire to Mr George Hazell. 'It
is late.'
'With pleasure,' said Hazell. The next morning he found a
sumptuous breakfast awaiting him, and in his table-napkin was a
Bank of England note for a hundred pounds. But, though he did
not hear of them till much later, many things had happened before
Hazell consumed that sumptuous breakfast.
Chapter Twenty-Seven THE CONFESSION OF MR TOM
JACKSON
IT happened that the small bedroom occupied by Jules during the
years he was head-waiter at the Grand Babylon had remained
empty since his sudden dismissal by Theodore Racksole. No other
head-waiter had been formally appointed in his place; and, indeed,
the absence of one man - even the unique Jules - could scarcely
have been noticed in the enormous staff of a place like the Grand
Babylon. The functions of a head-waiter are generally more
ornamental, spectacular, and morally impressive than useful, and it
was so at the great hotel on the Embankment. Racksole
accordingly had the excellent idea of transporting his prisoner,
with as much secrecy as possible, to this empty bedroom. There
proved to be no difficulty in doing so; Jules showed himself
perfectly amenable to a show of superior force.
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