Don't stir it; don't shake it.

Bring it to me.

And, I say, tell the bar-tender--' 'Bar-tender, sir ?' 'Tell the bar-tender to make a note of the recipe, as I shall probably want an Angel Kiss every evening before dinner so long as this weather lasts.' 'I will send the drink to you, sir,' said Jules distantly.

That was his parting shot, by which he indicated that he was not as other waiters are, and that any person who treated him with disrespect did so at his own peril.
A few minutes later, while the alert, middle-aged man was tasting the Angel Kiss, Jules sat in conclave with Miss Spencer, who had charge of the bureau of the Grand Babylon.

This bureau was a fairly large chamber, with two sliding glass partitions which overlooked the entrance-hall and the smoking-room.