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'It wouldn't matter how much responsibility you took, Hazell retorted; 'you wouldn't put me back into the service, and my career would be at an end. 'But there are other careers, said Racksole, who was really anxious to lame his ex-waiter by means of a judiciously-aimed bullet. 'There are other careers. 'The Customs is my career, said Hazell, 'so let's have no shooting.
We're gaining on him. In another minute the dinghy was plainly visible, not twenty yards away, and the sculler sculling frantically now was unmistakably Jules Jules in a light tweed suit and a bowler hat. 'You were right, Hazell said; 'this is a lark. I believe I'm getting quite excited. It's more exciting than playing the trombone in an orchestra.
He was a young man of about thirty, dressed in blue serge, with a pale, keen face, a brown moustache and a rather handsome brown beard. 'Mr Hazell, said the high official, 'let me introduce you to Mr Theodore Racksole you will doubtless be familiar with his name. Mr Hazell, he went on to Racksole, 'is one of our outdoor staff what we call an examining officer. Just now he is doing night duty.
I dare say you will have no cause to regret having obliged Mr Racksole. 'I think I grasp the situation, said Hazell, with a slight smile. 'And, by the way, added the high official, 'although the business is unofficial, it might be well if you wore your official overcoat. See? 'Decidedly, said Hazell; 'I should have done so in any case.
Dressed in his official overcoat and peaked cap, he stepped, rather jauntily as Racksole thought, on to the low deck of the launch. 'Anyone aboard? Racksole heard him cry out, and a woman's voice answered. 'I'm a Customs examining officer, and I want to search the launch, Hazell shouted, and then disappeared down into the little saloon amidships, and Racksole heard no more.
'Lay down to it now, boys! said Hazell, and the heavy Customs boat shot out in pursuit. 'This is going to be a lark, Racksole remarked. 'Depends on what you call a lark, said Hazell; 'it's not much of a lark tearing down midstream like this in a fog. You never know when you mayn't be in kingdom come with all these barges knocking around.
And I am bound to admit that the stables of my uptown place are fitted with marble. Racksole laughed. 'Ah! said Hazell. 'Now I can believe that I am lunching with a millionaire. It's strange how facts like those unimportant in themselves appeal to the imagination. You seem to me a real millionaire now. You've given me some personal information; I'll give you some in return.
'Well, said Racksole, 'I should like you to come down with me to the Grand Babylon. Then we can talk over my little affair at length. And may we go on your boat? I want to meet your crew. 'That will be all right, Hazell remarked. 'My two men are the idlest, most soul-less chaps you ever saw.
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 L10 apiece. 'You will sleep here? said the millionaire to Mr George Hazell. 'It is late. 'With pleasure, said Hazell.
Racksole, who had the talent, so necessary to millionaires, of attending to several matters at once, the large with the small, went off to give orders about the breakfast and the remuneration of his assistant of the evening before, Mr George Hazell. He then sent an invitation to Mr Felix Babylon's room, asking that gentleman to take breakfast with him.
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