The Chinese bartender sidled up, swabbed the bar with a damp cloth, waited.
“Harper and water for me. Seven Crown and ginger for the lady,” Liddell told him.
While the bartender was selecting the bottles from the backbar, Liddell looked around. The bar ran what was apparently the width of the building. At the far end, a small passageway ran to the door marked Private. To the left, a large staircase led up to what were apparently the public dining-rooms on the second and third floors.
PrivateThe bartender slid two shot glasses in front of them, spilled the liquor in well above the mark on the glass. He added two setups, picked up a dollar bill and a quarter from the money Liddell dropped on the bar, shuffled off to the other end of the bar.
“Not a bad setup,” Liddell commented. “Wonder
