Jules, the celebrated head waiter of the Grand Babylon, was bending formallytowards the alert, middle-aged man who had just entered the smoking-room anddropped into a basket-chair in the corner by the conservatory. It was 7.45 on aparticularly sultry June night, and dinner was about to be served at the GrandBabylon. Men of all sizes, ages, and nationalities, but every one alike arrayed infaultless evening dress, were dotted about the large, dim apartment. A faint odourof flowers came from the conservatory, and the tinkle of a fountain. The waiters, commanded by Jules, moved softly across the thick Oriental rugs, balancing theirtrays with the dexterity of jugglers, and receiving and executing orders with that airof profound importance of which only really first-class waiters have the secret. Theatmosphere was an atmosphere of serenity and repose, characteristic of the GrandBabylon. It seemed impossible that anything could occur to mar the peaceful, aristocratic monotony of existence in that perfectly-managed establishment. Yeton that night was to happen the mightiest upheaval that the Grand Babylon hadever know
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