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Updated: June 26, 2025
I tell you this because I am here to ask the hand of your daughter in marriage. I love her, and I am vain enough to believe that she loves me. I have already asked her to be my wife, and she has consented. We await your approval. 'You honour us, Prince, said Racksole with a slight smile, 'and in more ways than one, May I ask your reason for renouncing your princely titles?
'You see, he concluded, 'that our suspicions as to Bosnia were tolerably correct. But as regards Bosnia, the more I think about it, the surer I feel that nothing can be done to bring their criminal politicians to justice. 'And as to Jules, what do you propose to do? 'Come this way, said Racksole, and led Aribert to another room. A sofa in this room was covered with a linen cloth.
The millionaire turned sharply, and saw a rather short, French-looking man, with a bald head, a grey beard, a long and perfectly-built frock coat, eye-glasses attached to a minute silver chain, and blue eyes that seemed to have the transparent innocence of a maid's. 'There is only one, said Theodore Racksole succinctly. 'You wish to see me? the new-comer suggested. 'You are Mr Felix Babylon?
The servants said that there was no other room available with a dressing-room and bath-room attached, and your daughter made a point of these matters. I at once offered to exchange apartments with her. She did me the honour to accept my offer. Our respective belongings were moved and that is all. Miss Racksole is at this moment, I trust, asleep in No. 124.
Her father had spent the morning at the hotel, and Prince Aribert had kept watch. The two men were never absent from the house at the same time, and one of them always did duty as sentinel at night. On this afternoon Prince Aribert and Nella sat together in the patient's bedroom. The doctor had just left. Theodore Racksole was downstairs reading the New York Herald.
The narration was a decided ordeal to a man of Racksole's temperament. 'A strange story! commented Detective Marshall, and he could not avoid a smile. 'The climax was unfortunate, but you have certainly got some valuable facts. Racksole said nothing. 'I myself have a clue, added the detective. When your message arrived I was just coming up to see you.
Racksole lifted the cloth he could never deny himself a dramatic moment and disclosed the body of a dead man. It was Jules, dead, but without a scratch or mark on him. 'I have sent for the police not a street constable, but an official from Scotland Yard, said Racksole. 'How did this happen? Aribert asked, amazed and startled. 'I understood you to say that he was safely immured in the bedroom.
Before doing anything else, Racksole tried to repeat the trick with the waste-tap, but he failed; it would not work again, nor could he in any way perceive that there was any connection between the rod of the waste-tap and the hasp of the panel. Racksole could not see into the cavity within the casing, and the electric light was fixed, and could not be moved about like a candle.
He has a boat on the river and a couple of men, and the right to board and examine any craft whatever. What Mr Hazell and his crew don't know about the Thames between here and Gravesend isn't knowledge. 'Glad to meet you, sir, said Racksole simply, and they shook hands. Racksole observed with satisfaction that Mr Hazell was entirely at his ease.
The corridors hummed with it, and even under-servants were to be seen discussing the thing, just as though it mattered to them. 'Have a cigar, Mr Racksole, said the urbane Mr Babylon, 'and a mouthful of the oldest cognac in all Europe. In a few minutes these two were talking eagerly, rapidly. Felix Babylon was astonished at Racksole's capacity for absorbing the details of hotel management.
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