“A party of three, sir?”
“Right,” agreed Jerry.
They followed the waiter into a dimly lighted dining room with more tables than customers. A four-piece orchestra provided rather dreary music for dancing. Jerry reluctantly allowed a checkroom girl to capture his hat.
The head waiter turned the party over to another waiter.
“Table thirteen,” he instructed, and spoke rapidly in French.
“Table thirteen,” complained Jerry. “Can’t you give us something besides that?”
“Monsieur is superstitious?” The head waiter smiled in a superior way.
“Not superstitious, just cautious.”
“As you wish, Monsieur. Table two.”
Jerry and the girls were guided to the far end of the room, somewhat apart from the other diners. A large potted palm obstructed their view.