Re: Blue Pyramid Club
In the alley outside the club:
The man deftly caught the matches. "Much obliged, squire. Park Lane 'otel? Fancy digs, innit?" Taking out a match, he lit his and another man's cigarette, then blew it out and struck another to light the third.
Phil noted they'd boxed him into the dead-end alley behind the Blue Pyramid. He could still barge by if needed as his back wasn't quite to the wall. The man put the book in his pocket.
"Now look 'ere. I'm Blackie and this is me alley, see? Maybe over in America they don't mind people coming into peoples' 'ouses wi'out permission and taking what they bloody-well like, but we do things a mite different 'ere, savvey? Go on, beat it, Berk."
As if on cue the men moved aside to let Phil pass. One even removed his shabby bowler hat from his greasy hair in a mockingly courtly bow.
Inside the club:
Outside in the main room, Imran Singh, Miss Holloway, Howard Lampton and Dr. Weston were being served. Service was swift and, to Dr. Weston's delighted senses, smelled delicious. Plates with Hummus bi Tahini, baba ghanoush unleavened bread were being placed in front of them, soon followed by the main course of kushari (rice, lentils, chickpeas and macaroni with a garlic sauce) and rice-stuffed pigeon.
John-Marc returned to the bar and was disappointed to discover there was no stout waiting, as they didn't serve that here. The bartender smiled apologetically and nodded towards the Gibson's cocktail (gin and vermouth) waiting for him. "Deeply sorry sir, we don't serve beer here. You might want to try the pub down the block?"
Looking around the bar, JM noted this seemed to be true (there was no beer or similar beverages on tap) but even so many of the Arab men were enjoying alcoholic drinks similar to his, which certainly went against strict Muslim beliefs. Howard noted the same, reflecting that exposure to British culture seemed to be having what would be considered a corrosive effect on peoples' morals in the Orient. Lampton wasn't at all surprised at the lack of beer, as it had disappeared from Egypt and other Arab countries after the Muslim conquest and never caught on again, even after exposure to European tastes.
There was a moment of mutual recognition between Singh and Darlington as Darlington walked up to the table as they were being served. Of course, during his drunken dancing Darlington had previously marked Singh as he came in the entrance with his group, and vice-versa. For their part, the group immediately saw a beefy European man come up to their table, obviously expecting some kind of introduction.