It will be more dignified.

For the third time, good-bye.' And with that Rocco, without hastening, walked down the corridor and so out of sight.
Racksole said never a word.

He was too disgusted with himself to speak.
He clenched his fists, and put his teeth together, and held his breath.
In the silence he could hear the dwindling sound of Rocco's footsteps on the thick carpet.
It was the greatest blow of Racksole's life.
The next morning the high-born guests of the Grand Babylon were aroused by a rumour that by some accident the millionaire proprietor of the hotel had remained all night locked up m the lift.

It was also stated that Rocco had quarrelled with his new master and incontinently left the place.

A duchess said that Rocco's departure would mean the ruin of the hotel, whereupon her husband advised her not to talk nonsense.
As for Racksole, he sent a message for the detective in charge of the Dimmock affair, and bravely told him the happenings of the previous night.
The narration was a decided ordeal to a man of Racksole's temperament.
'A strange story!' commented Detective Marshall, and he could not avoid a smile.