Part 4 (2/2)
”You've been some time finding it out.”
”I know. Chadwick's an acquired taste. By the way, I'm giving a tea on Thursday. Will you come?”
”Who's going to be there?” inquired Linton warily.
”Well, Chadwick for one; and Merrett and Ruthven and three other chaps.”
”Then,” said Linton with some warmth, ”I think you'll have to do without me. I believe you're mad.”
And he went off in disgust to the fives-courts.
When on the following Thursday Dunstable walked into Ring's Stores with his five guests, and demanded six public-school teas, the manager was perhaps justified in allowing a triumphant smile to wander across his face. It was a signal victory for him. ”No free list to-day, sir,” he said. ”Entirely suspended.”
”Never mind,” said Dunstable, ”I'm good for six s.h.i.+llings.”
”Free list?” said Merrett, as the manager retired, ”I didn't know there was one.”
”There isn't. Only he and I palled up so much the other day that he offered me a tea for nothing.”
”Didn't you take it?”
”No. I went to Cook's.”
”Rotten hole, Cook's. I'm never going there again,” said Chadwick.
”You take my tip, Dun, old chap, and come here.”
”Dun, old chap,” smiled amiably.
”I don't know,” he said, looking up from the tea-pot, into which he had been pouring water; ”you can be certain of the food at Cook's.”
”What do you mean? So you can here.”
”Oh,” said Dunstable, ”I didn't know. I've never had tea here before.
But I've often heard that American food upsets one sometimes.”
By this time, the tea having stood long enough, he poured out, and the meal began.
Merrett and his friends were hearty feeders, and conversation languished for some time. Then Chadwick leaned back in his chair, and breathed heavily.
”You couldn't get stuff like that at Cook's,” he said.
”I suppose it is a bit different,” said Dunstable. ”Have any of you ... noticed something queer...?”
Merrett stared at Ruthven. Ruthven stared at Merrett.
”I....” said Merrett.
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