‘Somewhat. I have dismissed him.’
‘You have dismissed him?’
‘Why not?’
‘There is no reason why not. But I have felt inclined to dismiss him for the past ten years, and never found courage to do it.’
‘It was a perfectly simple proceeding, I assure you. Before I had done with him, I rather liked the fellow.’
‘Miss Spencer and Jules—both gone in one day!’ mused Felix Babylon.
‘And no one to take their places,’ said Racksole. ‘And yet the hotel continues its way!’
But when Racksole reached the Grand Babylon he found that Miss Spencer’s chair in the bureau was occupied by a stately and imperious girl, dressed becomingly in black.
‘Heavens, Nella!’ he cried, going to the bureau. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I am taking Mis Spencer’s place. I want to help you with your hotel, Dad. I fancy I shall make an excellent hotel clerk. I have arranged with a Miss Selina Smith, one of the typists in the office, to put me up to all the tips and tricks, and I shall do very well.’