Arthur watched Tony rush out the door and then glanced at Pinkerton beside him, who was eagerly munching on a sandwich with ham. He reached out, tapped on the bar, and summoned the bartender, flicking a coin lightly into the latter's chest.
"Please look after my little nephew for a while. Whatever he eats, just put it on my tab, and I'll settle it later."
The bartender nodded with a smile. Bending slightly, he said, "Officer Hastings, what are you talking about? As if I'd worry about you skipping the bill! You only left Greenwich not long ago, and everyone still remembers you fondly."
Arthur nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then put on his hat and walked into the alley behind the pub.
Before he had gone far, he heard the sound of punches and kicks.
"Damn it, aren't you supposed to arrest me and take me back to Paris? Is it worth your while to work yourself to death for Louis Philippe, that Usurper, just for a meal?"