"Sir Timothy has the limes sent over from his own estate in South
America," Jimmy announced. "You will find some things in that
drink you don't often taste."
The two men sipped their beverage and pronounced it delightful.
Jimmy leaned a little across the table.
"A big thing on to-night, isn't there, sir?" he asked cautiously.
"Is there?" Francis replied. "You mean--?"
Jimmy motioned towards the open window, close to which the river
was flowing by.
"You going down, sir?"
Francis shook his head dubiously.
"Where to?"
The bartender looked with narrowed eyes from one to the other of
the two men. Then he suddenly froze up. Wilmore leaned a little
further over the impromptu counter.
"Jimmy," he asked, "what goes on here besides dancing and boxing
and gambling?"
"I never heard of any gambling," Jimmy answered, shaking his
head. "Sir Timothy doesn't care about cards being played here at
all."
"What is the principal entertainment, then?" Francis demanded.
"The boxing?"
The bartender shook his head.
"No one understands very much about this house, sir," he said,
"except that it offers the most wonderful entertainment in
Europe. That is for the guests to find out, though. We servants
have to attend to our duties. Will you let me mix you another
drink, sir?"
"No, thanks," Francis answered.
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