Outside the Coburg Theatre, even the small pub had extended its business hours because of the concert tonight.
Arthur sat on a walnut chair, one hand propping up the bar counter, while the other stirred the frothy beer in the pewter mug with a spoon, its sheen glinting like silver metal.
Tony and Pinkerton sat to his left and right, their faces still betraying traces of lingering shock.
Tony placed his hat on the bar counter and raised his mug for a sip of beer, only then did his hands cease trembling, thanks to the alcohol.
"Arthur, you have no idea how dangerous it was today. If it hadn't been for Fiona covering for us, we would have nearly given ourselves away."
Upon hearing this, Arthur paused in his stirring of the mug: "Was there a problem?"