Visitors never caught a glimpse of Rocco in the kitchens, though sometimes, on a special night, he would stroll nonchalantly through the dining-room, like the great man he was, to receive the compliments of the hotel habitues--people of insight who recognized his uniqueness.
Theodore Racksole's sudden and unusual appearance in the kitchen caused a little stir.

He nodded to some of the chefs, but said nothing to anyone, merely wandering about amid the maze of copper utensils, and white-capped workers.

At length he saw Rocco, surrounded by several admiring chefs.

Rocco was bending over a freshly-roasted partridge which lay on a blue dish.

He plunged a long fork into the back of the bird, and raised it in the air with his left hand.