The was always a Jack at the Hotel Garamond, from the first.
Some of the Jacks were suave; the twins, romance and heartbreak, often traveled in their wake.
Some of the Jacks were scruffy; Garamond guests often discovered that the very person they'd snubbed in the lobby was the one responsible for allocating rooms, both pleasant and not.
Some of the Jack were even somewhat scary; generally these were the ones most generous to the down and out of the old port town.
Not all of the Jacks were men, but all of the Jacks were smart. And every one had the most astonishing eyebrows.