don, with embarrassment, and in an undertone. “I wasn’t expecting”
The recognition was mutual, and whilst Joseph, though disconcerted, expressed his feelings in a familiar smile, the other cast a quick glance of uneasiness towards the stairs, his mouth compressed, his eyebrows twitching a little.
“Business with Mr. Percival?” he inquired confidentially, but without Joseph’s familiar accentuation.
“Yes. That is Is he here?”
“Won’t be for another hour. Anything I could see about for you?”
Joseph moved in uncertainty, debating with himself. Their eyes met again.
“Well, we might have a word or two about it,” he said. “Better meet somewhere else, perhaps?”
“Could you be at the top of Chancery Lane at six o’clock?”
With a look of mutual understanding, they parted. Joseph went home, and explained that, to his surprise, he had found an
