Dudley had secured good seats in the orchestra, and as the performance was above the average Vance thoroughly enjoyed it.
“You don’t object to having a bite, do you?” asked Guy Dudley after the show.
“I don’t usually eat late at night,” replied Vance, “but I have no objection to joining you. Where will we go?”
“There’s a famous English chop-house on Blank street,” said the dapper young man, with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes; “we’ll take a cab and go there.”
“Why wouldn’t the place over the way do as well?” asked the boy. “It looks to be a first-class restaurant.”
“So it is, but it isn’t on a par with Bagley’s. They have a fine grill-room there, and though the bill of fare is limited, it’s English from A to Z. I guess you’ve never been in one of those establishments.”
“I don’t think I have,” admitted the boy.
“Then it will be my pleasure to introduce you to something worth while. Hi, there!” beckoning to a cab driver who sat muffled up on his box.
“Get in,” to Vance as the jehu sprang down and opened the cab door, and the boy allowed the accomplished Mr. Dudley to push him into the vehicle. “Bagley’s on Blank street,” said the dapper young man to the driver, and a moment later they were on their way to that notorious Kansas City resort.
Fifteen minutes later the cab drew up before the entrance to Bagley’s, a dingy looking building situated in a narrow alley off one of the business thoroughfares.