Without waiting for Martin to analyze in detail, Arthur lazily revealed the truth: "Because they offer a free beer to every pretty lady visiting the tavern, and then the gentlemen flock to the place like lapdogs to brag."
As soon as Arthur spoke, Martin smoothly began to flatter him: "You truly live up to your reputation as London's famed detective; you can spot these little business tricks at a glance."
"I'm not the famed detective." Arthur peeled the salted peanuts Martin had specially prepared for him: "The real famed detective is bobbing around at sea. But if you admire him so much, I have a London Revelry Guide he just wrote; if you're interested, you can add your tavern name to it."
With that, Arthur tossed the book onto the bar.
Martin's palm brushed across the brand-new cover, carefully examining the rather crudely printed "The Bumpkin's Guide: More London Revelry! Enjoy the Metropolis' Bustle."
