A Knight Out 19
During the dinner, Mrs. Webster, the German woman,
had spoken hardly at all. But as soon as the three
men had turned their backs, she remarked acidly :—
“I don’t think we’re dependent for our drinks on
Mr. King Lamus. Let’s go round to the Smoking Dog.”’
Everybody agreed with alacrity. The suggestion
seemed to have relieved the unspoken tension.
We found ourselves in taxis, which for some in-
scrutable reason are still allowed to ply practically
unchecked in the streets of London. While eating and
breathing and going about are permitted, we shall
never be a really righteous race!