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Meanwhile, Peterson had gone off to carry out the instructions which Philp had given him. He wanted to find Lidgett, and lead that individual into some obscure little public house, where they could sit down and talk without much fear of interruption, and, at the same time, he would have to be particularly careful not to let that seedy individual know that he was being sought for with any ulterior motives. It was a game that required a certain amount of diplomacy; but Peterson managed it at length, and shortly after 6 o'clock, led his victim, all too willing, into a little beer house that stood by the side of the river.
It was too early in the evening yet, for any company to have gathered together, so that they had the place to themselves. There was a comfortable seat in a kind of arbor on the river's bank, and it was into this that Peterson led the way.