“I think they’ve hung the Indian sign on us,” Jerry muttered after the waiter had gone. “See anyone you know, Penny?”
“That man over by the door—the one sitting alone,” she indicated in a whisper. “Louise and I followed him here.”
“The one that’s wrestling with the lobster?”
“Yes, don’t stare at him, Jerry. He’s watching us.”
The waiter arrived with glasses of water and menu cards. Jerry and the girls scanned the list in secret consternation. Scarcely an item was priced at less than a dollar, and even a modest meal would cost a large sum.
“I’m not very hungry,” Louise said helpfully. “I’ll take a ham sandwich.”
“So will I,” added Penny.
“Three hams with plenty of mustard,” ordered Jerry breezily.
The waiter gave him a long glance. “And your drink, sir?”
“Water,” said Jerry. “Cool, refreshing water, preferably with a small piece of ice.”