Re: Blue Pyramid Club
Outside the Club:
A little rattled by the close call and warning, Phil retreated from the alley and across Litchfield to consider his options. He wasn't stupid, but he wasn't really in his element, either, and would have to approach the future with more care and forethought.
Applying a lifetime of experience drifting from town to town, "liberating" chickens from backyard coops, he realised a couple things. For one, the truth was that no matter how many exits an alley had, being alone in one would always leave you vulnerable due to the restricted space. Even two men moving in a coordinated fashion could box a subject in, if one came from one direction and another came from the other. For another, without backup or some kind of plan you were completely on your own and at the mercy of more numerous assailants. If they knew the area, and you didn't, you were even more behind the eight ball.
At least across from the alley mouth he could always escape into the street, observe the entrance and at least a few feet into the dark alley.
Outside, the fog thickened. Visibility was reduced to a block or less, even with the electric street lamps. The sulphurous air was redolent with coal and petrol fumes. After the gloom of the alley (lit only by the occasional light) it was good to get into a better-lit area, if only by comparison.
He also noted while there were pub-goers staggering about, no street people (like he was attempting to emulate) were visible.
Inside the Club:
Inside the smoky club, Cynthia couldn't really get a look at the private rooms without making too obvious a detour on her way back from the W.C. From what she could see, the room near the door was occupied, door closed. The other empty and being cleared of plates by a busboy. The empty room had a single table and a half-dozen chairs crammed into a small space. The walls and doors looked fairly substantial.
(Refer to picture posted earlier in Msg #62.)