You comprehend ?' Rocco smiled in his grand manner, and Rocco's master thereupon went away.
Racksole was very well satisfied with the little conversation.

It was perhaps dangerous to tell a series of mere lies to a clever fellow like Rocco, and Racksole wondered how he should ultimately explain them to this great master-chef if his and Nella's suspicions should be unfounded, and nothing came of them.

Nevertheless, Rocco's manner, a strange elusive something in the man's eyes, had nearly convinced Racksole that he was somehow implicated in Jules' schemes--and probably in the death of Reginald Dimmock and the disappearance of Prince Eugen of Posen.
That night, or rather about half-past one the next morning, when the last noises of the hotel's life had died down, Racksole made his way to Room 111 on the second floor.

He locked the door on the inside, and proceeded to examine the place, square foot by square foot.

Every now and then some creak or other sound startled him, and he listened intently for a few seconds.