8“First of all let’s eat,” said d**k. “Let’s go into one of these big Lyons’ places. Nobody could touch us in that crowd.”
“There’s a restaurant in Selfridge’s, the big American store,” said Plug. “That store has a dozen different entrances. We might be able to dodge our trailers there.”
“Lead on,” said d**k. “Let’s take a taxi.”
Ten minutes later they were seated in the handsome restaurant with an excellent lunch spread before them. It diverted them to see Hawkins come sneaking into the place, and take a seat at a table some little distance away. This was evidently a finer eating-place than Abrams’ man was accustomed to, and he looked very uncomfortable. At still another table sat the well-dressed young foreigner whom Plug termed the wop, and whom they supposed to be an agent of Poniat
