I’ll want you about half-past ten.’‘Want me to come in, boss?’ Chuck asked, his beady eyes searching the sidewalk.English shook his head.‘No. There won’t be any trouble in there. It’s when we come out I want you to keep your eyes open.’‘They’re always open,’ Chuck said aggressively. ‘Ten-thirty then?’‘I’ll wait for you in the foyer.’Chuck got out of the car, looked up and down the sidewalk, his hand inside his coat, then he opened the car door and watched English hurry across the sidewalk into the restaurant.English handed his hat and coat to the check-girl, and was moving to the washroom when he saw Senator Beaumont come in.‘Hello there, Senator,’ he said. ‘I haven’t kept you waiting this time.’‘How are you, Nick?’ Beaumont asked, shaking hands.‘I’m fine. I was just going to have a wash. Coming?’‘May as well,’ Beaumont returned, and together they walked into the ornate washroom.While English washed his hands, Beaumont lit a cigar and stood near him, scowling.‘You shouldn’t have postponed that meeting, Nick,’ he jerked out.
