"Let's get our bearings," he whispered as they dropped into their seats.
"Looks as innocent and commonplace within as it appeared without, Andie.
But use your eyes--it ought to make good copy for you, this."
Lauriston glanced about him. The room in which they sat was a long, low-
ceiling apartment, extending from the street door to a sort of bar-counter
at the rear, beyond which was a smaller room that was evidently given up
to store and serving purposes. On the counter were set out provisions--
rounds of beef, hams, tongues, bread, cakes, confectionery; behind it
stood two men whom the watchers at once set down as the proprietors. Young
women, neatly gowned in black and wearing white caps and aprons, flitted
to and fro between the counter and the customers. As for the customers
they were of both sexes, and the larger proportion of them young. There
was apparently no objection to smoking at Pilmansey's--a huge cloud of
blue smoke ascended from many cigarettes, and the scent of Turkish tobacco
mingled with the fragrance of freshly-ground coffee. It was plain that
Pilmansey's was the sort of place wherein you could get a good sandwich,
good tea or coffee, smoke a cigarette or two, and idle away an hour in
light chatter with your friends between your morning and afternoon
labours.
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