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Updated: May 8, 2025
Well, let it rest for a day or two. Mr. Pless has sent a representative to see me." I scowled at my secretary, and he had the sense to hide his astonishment. The fellow repeated what he had said before, and added a few instructions which I was to follow with care if I would do Mr. Pless the honour to wait upon him that evening at the Rempf Hotel. "You may tell Mr.
You may be quite sure that the rates are low at the historic Rempf, and that they would be much lower if the nobility had anything to say about it. One can get a very comfortable room, without bath, at the Rempf for a dollar a day, provided he gets in ahead of the native aristocracy. If he insists on having a room with bath he is guilty of lese majeste and is sent on his way.
Unless one possesses this intelligence, either through hearsay or experience, he will pass by the Rempf without so much as a glance at its rather forbidding exterior and make for the modern hotel on the platz, thereby missing one of the most interesting spots in this grim old town. Is it to the fashionable Bellevue that the nobility and the elect wend their way when they come to town?
Not by any means. They affect the Rempf, and there you may see them in fat, inglorious plenty smugly execrating the plebeian rich of many lands who dismiss Rempf's with a sniff, and enjoying to their heart's content a privacy which the aforesaid rich would not consider at any price.
But, bath or no bath, the food is the best in the entire valley and the cellar without a rival. I found Mr. Pless at the Rempf at nine o'clock. He was in his room when I entered the quaint old place and approached the rotund manager with considerable uncertainty in my manner. For whom was I to inquire? Would he be known there as Pless? Pless.
"Perhaps I should do no more than to give you his message. He would have you to meet him secretly to-night at the Rempf Hotel across the river. It is most important that you should do so, and that you should exercise great caution. I am to take your reply back to him." For an instant I was fairly stupefied.
"I am sure I should enjoy a little sunshine myself. May I come too?" She looked me straight in the eye. There was a touch of dignity in her voice when she spoke. "Not to-day, Mr. Smart." A most unfathomable person! Any one who has travelled in the Valley of the Donau knows the Rempf Hotel.
She smiled. "Are you hungry?" "Delightfully," said I. We sat down at the table. "Now tell me everything all over again," she said. Mr. Poopendyke began to develop a streak of romantic invention in fact, tomfoolery A day or two after my experience with Count Tarnowsy in the Rempf Hotel. He is the last person in the world of whom I or any one else would suspect silliness of a radical nature.
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