Chapter ThirteenI entered The Round Table bar at precisely 5:32 p.m. The wooden bar itself never failed to make me whistle. Simply put, it was a beauty. Delaney stumbled across it by accident in a half-demolished hotel in Toronto. The hotel bar—The Silver Rail—the first to re-open in the city after Prohibition had been repudiated. The bar dated from the late 1800's. Carved out of the deepest, most burnished mahogany and shaped in a sweeping arc some eighty feet long. The foot rail was made of pure, beaten silver. All the fixtures, taps and settings, even the huge mirror frame behind it were also pure silver polished to a high sheen. Delaney bought it on the spot, then had the entire structure ripped out of its moorings in sections and hauled by truck to Applewood. Delaney brought in crafts
