At any rate I'm sure of my appetite. I had a lunch
engagement with an acquaintance of mine, but he hasn't appeared, so you
must take his place. We'll lunch together."
"Well, now, I'd like to fust-rate, and it's real kind of you, Mr.
Sylvester; but I don't know's I'd better. Your friend may heave in
sight, after all, and I'd be in the way."
"Not a bit of it. And I said 'acquaintance,' not 'friend.' Of course you
will! You must. We can talk business while we're eating, if you like."
"All right. And I'm ever so much obliged to you. Is there an eatin'
house near here?"
"Oh, we'll eat right here at the club. Come."
He led the way, and Captain Elisha followed. The Central Club has a
large, exclusive, and wealthy membership, and its quarters correspond.
The captain gazed about him at the marble floors and pillars, the
paintings and busts, with interest. After checking his hat and coat, as
they entered the elevator he asked a question.
"Which floor is your club on, Mr. Sylvester?" he asked.
"Floor? Why, the dining room is on the fourth, if that's what you mean."
"No, I meant how many rooms do you rent?"
"We occupy the entire building. It is our own, and a comparatively new
one. We built it three years ago."
"You mean this whole shebang is just one CLUB?"
"Certainly.
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