Outside the Club:
Deciding to call it a night, Phil stood up, stretching the cold out of his joints. He could enter the club, but was unsure how he would be received inside. Instead, he wandered over to Charing Cross and attempted to hail a taxi to take him back to the Park Lane. One stopped after a few minutes and the driver got out to open the rear door. He hesitated when surveying the ragged figure, then said,
"Evenin'! Where to, Guv'?"
Inside the Club:
Ahmad, the waiter, took their orders.
Cynthia peeked inside the kitchen door, and none of the cooks or waitstaff seemed to notice her. After the horror she'd heard about at the Ju-Ju house, she was prepared for anything. Ahead in the kitchen was the food preparation area with counters, coal-burning ovens, stoves and a large ice chest for perishables, all surprisingly clean if not modern. She could see her waiter, Ahmad, busily preparing more baklava into squares and slicing up various fruit with a large knife. Off to the left inside the kitchen was a pantry. She couldn't see any other doors or a stairwell but something could be the pantry.
She made it to the WC safely. The toilet's state of cleanliness hadn't improved since Darlington and Falcon visited an hour or two earlier and almost made her doubt the existence of a kind and loving God. At least the chain was still attached to the overhead tank! The electric bulb worked so there was light.
Inside the dining area, the waiter approached the table with more
baklava for Darlington and the others, a brandy for Lampton, another round of drinks for the others and a plate with figs, sliced apple, melon and pomegranates for Imran.
If this were the old days fresh fruit in England in March would have been nigh-unattainable. (Canned fruit or fruit preserves would have been the best available substitute.) Due to the modern convenience of steam-powered freighters, trains and refrigeration, produce grown in North Africa could be shipped to Europe and England and served in a week or less. (Produce grown by United Fruit Company in Central America under the watchful eye of US Marines would instead go to the USA.)
The waiter took Lampton's message to the club owner "Abdul Nuwisha", nodded, then retired.
"He is a very busy man but I will be happy to pass along the message, yes!"
Keeper's Note: The BP Club map has been updated a little. Also, a description of the building has been added. Scroll down to the bottom.
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