Shortly after dawn he was wide awake, and thinking busily about Jules.
He was, indeed, very curious to know Jules' story, and he determined, if the thing could be done at all, by persuasion or otherwise, to extract it from him.

With a man of Theodore Racksole's temperament there is no time like the present, and at six o'clock, as the bright morning sun brought gaiety into the window, he dressed and went upstairs again to the eighth storey.

The commissionaire sat stolid, but alert on his chair, and, at the sight of his master, rose and saluted.
'Anything happened ?' Racksole asked.
'Nothing, sir.' 'Servants say anything ?' 'Only a dozen or so of 'em are up yet, sir.

One of 'em asked what I was playing at, and so I told her I was looking after a bull bitch and a litter of pups that you was very particular about, sir.' 'Good,' said Racksole, as he unlocked the door and entered the room.

All was exactly as he had left it, except that Jules who had been lying on his back, had somehow turned over and was now lying on his face.