"Now," said Condy, "for Luna's and the matrimonial objects."
Chapter VII
Luna's Mexican restaurant has no address. It is on no particular
street, at no particular corner; even its habitues, its most
enthusiastic devotees, are unable to locate it upon demand. It is
"over there in the quarter," "not far from the cathedral there."
One could find it if one started out with that intent; but to
direct another there--no, that is out of the question. It CAN be
reached by following the alleys of Chinatown. You will come out
of the last alley--the one where the slave girls are--upon the
edge of the Mexican quarter, and by going straight forward a block
or two and by keeping a sharp lookout to right and left you will
hit upon it. It is always to be searched for. Always to be
discovered.
On that particular Monday evening Blix and Condy arrived at Luna's
some fifteen minutes before seven. Condy had lost himself and all
sense of direction in the strange streets of the quarter, and they
were on the very brink of despair when Blix discovered the sign
upon an opposite corner.
As Condy had foretold, they had the place to themselves. They
went into the back room with its one mirror, six tables, and
astonishing curtains of Nottingham lace; and the waiter, whose
name was Richard or Riccardo, according to taste, began to
officiate at the solemn rites of the "supper Mexican." Condy and
Blix ate with their eyes continually wandering to the door; and as
the FRIJOLES were being served, started simultaneously and
exchanged glances.
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