CHAPTER 6For the first few days Mr. Pinkerton returned to his flat from the Museum for lunch. The door of the shop on the first floor was always closed, and although now and then he saw smartly dressed women coming in or going out, he never happened to see either of the proprietors. And since the flat in the daytime lacked the mildly sinful air that it had at night, with the thousands of pin pricks of light shining through the great perforated brass bowls, he stayed out of it as much as possible.
He met Mr. Berquist nearly every day at the Museum. In fact he became so used to meeting him, and being reminded of his extraordinary resemblance to Mr. Berquist’s brother-in-law, that he quite brazenly opened his lunch on the Museum porch and ate his sandwich and banana with nothing more uncomfo
