And half the hotels in Europe will invite me to join them.' 'Let me tell you, as man to man, that you have achieved your own degradation.

There is no excuse.' 'I know it,' said Rocco.

'Let us go.' Racksole was distinctly and notably impressed by this man--by this master spirit to whom he was to have paid a salary at the rate of three thousand pounds a year.

He even felt sorry for him.

And so, side by side, the captor and the captured, they passed into the vast deserted corridor of the hotel.
Rocco stopped at the grating of the first lift.
'It will be locked,' said Racksole.