"
"I'm all for Stephano's," Mr. Moss declared, grinning; "and the sooner the
better. One of the neatest pieces of business I ever did in my life I
brought off there in the old bar. To tell you the truth, I'm getting a bit
peckish."
"There is no reason," Mr. Parker agreed, "why we should not dine at once.
It is very nearly seven o'clock. What do you say?"
"Yoicks! Tally-ho, for the Strand!" Mr. Moss exclaimed, with spirit.
We started off--four in a taxi. It was Mr. Moss who, with florid
politeness, handed Eve to her seat; and it was Mr. Moss who entertained us
on the way with light conversation.
CHAPTER VIII--AT THE ALHAMBRA
Luigi's face, when he met the Parkers and myself at the entrance of the
restaurant, was a study. His polite bow and smile of welcome seemed
suddenly frozen on his face as his eyes fell upon Mr. Moss. Mr. Moss was
still wearing his hat, which was a black bowler with a small brim, set at
a jaunty angle a little on one side and affording a liberal view of his
black curls underneath. His linen failed completely to stand the test of
the clear, soft light of the restaurant, and one might have been excused
for entertaining certain doubts with regard to the diamond pin in his
mauve tie and the ring that flashed from his not overwhite hand as he
tardily removed his headgear.
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