Aware that Hansel was lurking nearby, she forced a polite smile and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Honeychurch-Black, but breakfast service is finished. Can I have something sent to your room?”Sam glanced around, then leaned in and said, “Meet me at Lovers Cave as soon as you’re free.” Then he straightened his back, nodded at Hansel, and headed back out, closing the dining room door behind him.“What did he say to you?” Hansel said, in his clipped German accent. “Does he want something brought up?”“No. No, he said . . . he’s not hungry.”Hansel looked puzzled, but Violet ignored him, taking a last tray of plates to the kitchen. The morning’s flying fox had just arrived, and the back door was open so Cook and the kitchen hands could bring in the crates. This was the first time Violet had seen such an operation in a hotel kitchen. Certainly, she had seen dumb waiters, large enough for a tray or two of food, that went between floors. But this was another operation altogether.
