CHAPTER VI
1
On his arrival at the office next morning Luke was somewhat surprised to receive a visit in his office from Mr. Arthur Dobson. Apparently Mr. Dobson had something on his mind. He wandered about nervously saying incoherent things about the weather.
“Anything doing?” asked Luke.
“Nothing much. I say, I’ve found a new place to lunch at. It’s run by an Italian, Malodorato. Quite a little place, in Mud Lane. Still there it is, you know. Five courses for one and threepence. That takes some beating.”
“Stuff must be pretty bad.”
“Well, possibly yes. But think what a lot of it you get for your money. Come and lunch there to-day.”
“Thanks. I have promised to go up to Gallows to-day to lunch with the Tyburns.”
“You and your aristocratic friends. Well, I could tell you something, Mr. Sharper. I ought not to. It would have to be distinctly understood that you don’t breathe a word about it to a soul.”