‘She has mysteriously vanished during the night, and nobody appears to be able to throw any light on the affair. Her room is empty, her boxes gone.
You will want someone to take her place, and that someone will not be very easy to get.’
‘H’m!’ Racksole said, after a pause. ‘Hers is not the only post that falls vacant to-day.’
A little later, the 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.’