"Table for three, please," Arthur said to the host.

I could tell he was still wound up, but his face didn't betray him. His expression barely moved from his usual flat affect, even during the taunting match.

"Of course, Mr. Morgan. Would you like your usual one by the window?"

"That would be perfect." His voice was back to the narration tone which made me relieved.

Table for three meant Taylor would be joining us ...