CHAPTER VITHE SPOTTED PUP
A plain little old red-brick house on Sheridan Square had come out in a lurid yellow shop front with purple curtains hanging inside. Over the door swung a flamboyant sign depicting a yellow pup rampant with splashy purple spots. It was one of a score of places in the neighbourhood all vying with each other in the outlandishness of their colour schemes.
At half-past six Larry turned in at the door with a good deal of diffidence. The point of view represented by the impudent sign was strange to him, and he considered it rather scandalous. Inside, the rough walls had been frescoed in what seemed to him crude and hideous designs. All around the walls ran a wooden bench painted yellow with purple tables placed in front, each just big enough for two at a squeeze. In t
