CHAPTER VIII.
HESITATION Mr.Waddington called a taxicab.
"I can't stand the Golden Lion any longer," he explained.

"Somehow or other, the place seems to have changed in the most extraordinary manner' during the last week or so.

Everybody drinks too much there.

The table-linen isn't clean, and the barmaids are too familiar.

I've found out a little place in Jermyn Street where I go now when I have time.
We can talk there." Burton nodded.