We will have tea together." They appropriated a round table in a distant corner of the restaurant.
"History," Selingman continued, heaping his plate with rich cakes, "has been made before now in strange places.

Why not here?
We sit here in close touch with one of the most interesting phases of modern life.

We can even hear the voice of fate, the click of the little ball as it finishes its momentous journey and sinks to rest.

Why should we, too, not speak of fateful things ?" Mr.Draconmeyer glanced around.
"For myself," he muttered, "I must say that I prefer a smaller room and a locked door." Selingman demolished a chocolate eclair and shook his head vigorously.
"The public places for me," he declared.

"Now look around.