Positioning himself out of sight of the dining room, he motioned for the hostess
"I'd like to ask a favor, please," he said. "There's a man I'm meeting here. His name is Mr. Harrell, and he's - "
Just then William appeared, the two guards flanking him on either side.
"We can't stay here," Matthew said. "Peter Jones is in there somewhere."
"Yes, I know."
"But I'd rather not see him. Today especially. I haven't seen him since he left the company."
"Matthew," William said calmly, "please come inside."
Bewildered, Matthew followed.
"William, I'd much rather we go elsewhere," he said, then halted abruptly when he saw Peter, dressed in an oxford shirt and jeans and sitting in one of the booths. Seated beside him was an older man wearing dark slacks and a tie.
William pressed him onward, directing him right toward Peter.