"In your dreams, old sport. Besides, if you make a scene in here, where the hell will we do our drinking? No decent establishment would have your kind."
"Good point."
"So when are you going to tell me what you've been working on?"
"When the war is over."
"That important, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well, at least one of us is doing something important." Shepherd Ramsey downed his drink. "William, two more, please."
"Are we going to get drunk before dinner tonight?"
"I just want you to loosen up, that's all."
"This is about as loose as I get. What are you up to, Shepherd? I know that tone of voice."
"Nothing, Peter. Jesus, take it easy."
"Tell me. You know how I hate surprises."
"I've invited a couple of people to join us tonight."
"People?"
"Girls, actually. In fact, they've just arrived."
Pope followed Jordan's gaze toward the front of the bar. There were two women, both young, both very attractive. The women spotted Shepherd Ramsey and Jordan and joined them at the bar.
"Peter, this is Barbara. But most people call her Baby."
"That's understandable. Pleasure to meet you, Barbara."
Barbara looked at Shepherd. "God, you were right! He's a doll." She spoke with a working-class London accent. "Are we eating in the Grill?"
"Yes. In fact, our table should be ready."
The maitre d'hotel showed them to their table. There was no way Pope could listen to their conversation from the bar. He needed to be seated at the next table. Gazing through the entrance of the dining room, Pope could see the table beside them was empty but had a small reserved sign on it. No problem, he thought. He quickly crossed the bar and went out into the street. Dicky was waiting in the front of the van. Pope waved for him to come inside. Dicky climbed out and crossed the street.
"What is it, Robert?"
"We're having dinner. I need you to make the reservation." Pope sent Dicky to speak to the maitre d'hotel. The first time Dicky asked for the table, the man shook his head, frowned, and waved his hands to show there were no tables to be had. Then Dicky leaned down and whispered something into his ear that made him turn white and start to tremble. A moment later they were being seated at the table next to Peter Jordan and Shepherd Ramsey.
"What did you say to him, Dicky?"
"I told him if he didn't give us this table I'd rip out his Adam's apple and drop it into that flaming pan over there."
"Well, the customer is always right. That's what I say."
They opened their menus. Pope said, "Are you going to start with the smoked salmon or the pate de foie gras?"
"Both, I think. I'm starving. You don't suppose they serve bangers and mash here, do you, Robert?"
"Not bloody likely. Try the coq au vin. Now keep quiet so I can hear what these Yanks are saying."
It was Dicky who followed them outside after dinner. He watched as they placed the two women into a taxi and set out along the Strand.
"You might at least have been civil."
"I'm sorry, Shepherd. We didn't have much to talk about."
"What's there to talk about? You have a few drinks, a few laughs, you take her home and have a wonderful evening in bed. No questions asked."
"I had trouble getting past the fact that she kept using her knife to check her lipstick."
"Do you know what she could have done to you with those lips? And did you get a look at what she had beneath that dress? My God, Peter, that girl has one of the worst reputations in London."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Shepherd. I just wasn't interested."
"Well, when are you going to get interested?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Six months ago you promised me you were going to start dating."
Jordan lit a cigarette and angrily waved out the match. "I would like to meet an intelligent, interesting grown-up. I don't need you to go out and find me a girl. Listen, Shep, I'm sorry--"
"No, you're right. It's none of my business. It's just that my mother died when my father was forty. He never remarried. As a result he died a lonely, bitter old man. I don't want the same thing to happen to you."
"Thanks, Shepherd, it won't."
"You'll never find another woman like Margaret."
"Tell me something I don't know." Jordan flagged down a taxi and climbed in. "Can I give you a lift?"
"Actually, I have a previous engagement."
"Shepherd."
"She's meeting me back at my room in half an hour. I couldn't resist. Forgive me, but the flesh is weak."
"More than the flesh. Have a good time, Shep."
The taxi drove off. Dicky peeled away and looked for the van. Pope pulled over to the curb a few seconds later and Dicky climbed inside. They followed the taxi back into Kensington, saw Peter Jordan to his door, and stayed there a half hour, waiting for the night shift to arrive.
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