"I know the city," he remarked, "and can take you to a good place."
Jack accepted the invitation, and they walked out together.
As they quitted the ship, the captain slipped something into Harkaway's pocket, without the action being perceived.
They walked to the restaurant indicated by Moreland, and Jack's suspicions returned as he saw it was in a low part of the town.
What was his professed friend's object in steering him toward the slums, as he was evidently doing?
"Not a very savory neighborhood, this," he ventured to observe.
"No, but you will be amply compensated, my friend, by the cooking, at the little hotel we are in search of."
"Oh, I comprehend," said Jack. "I am prepared to sacrifice a great deal for artistic cooking."
They soon reached a dingy-looking inn, where the waiters and landlord nodded familiarly to the captain, as if he was an old customer.
The room into which they were ushered was dark and dirty, the table-cloths uninviting, and directly Jack saw the place he had an admonition of coming evil.