Отель «Гранд Вавилон» / The Grand Babylon hotel

Once I had a King and a Dowager Empress staying here at the same time. Imagine that!’

�A great honour, Mr Babylon. But wherein lies the difficulty?’

�Mr Racksole,’ was the grim reply, �what has become of your shrewdness—that shrewdness which has made your fortune so immense that even you cannot calculate it? Do you not perceive that the roof which habitually shelters all the force, all the authority of the world, must necessarily also shelter nameless and numberless plotters, schemers, evil-doers, and workers of mischief? The thing is as clear as day—and as dark as night.

Mr Racksole, I never know by whom I am surrounded. I never know what is going forward. Only sometimes I get hints, glimpses of strange acts and strange secrets. You mentioned my servants. They are almost all good servants, skilled, competent. But what are they besides? For anything I know my fourth sub-chef may be an agent of some European Government. For anything I know my invaluable Miss Spencer may be in the pay of a court dressmaker or a Frankfort banker. Even Rocco may be someone else in addition to Rocco.’

�That makes it all the more interesting,’ remarked Theodore Racksole.

�What a long time you have been, Father,’ said Nella, when he returned to table No. 17 in the salle à manger.

�Only twenty minutes, my dove.’

�But you said two seconds. There is a difference.’

�Well, you see, I had to wait for the steak to cook.

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�Did you have much trouble in getting my birthday treat?’

�No trouble. But it didn’t come quite as cheap as you said.’

�What do you mean, Father?’

�Only that I’ve bought the entire hotel. But don’t split.’

�Father, you always were a delicious parent. Shall you give me the hotel for a birthday present?’

�No. I shall run it—as an amusement. By the way, who is that chair for?’

He noticed that a third cover had been laid at the table.

�That is for a friend of mine who came in about five minutes ago. Of course I told him he must share our steak. He’ll be here in a moment.’

�May I respectfully inquire his name?’

�Dimmock—Christian name Reginald; profession, English companion to Prince Aribert of Posen. I met him when I was in St Petersburg with cousin Hetty last fall. Oh; here he is. Mr Dimmock, this is my dear father. He has succeeded with the steak.