The Stars Look Down Page #4

- Did you put it to him the way I asked?

- It's going to be all right, Joe.

That's fine. The place is the Percy Grill.

Have you got that?

I'll come over to your table. I've got to

rush away. I've got to put something off.

Of course, if it's something important...

Don't be daft, Laura. Since I've been

in Tynecastle, I've not looked at another girl.

That's it. The cooking doings...

The Percy Grill. Ta-ta.

Sounds like poetry, doesn't it?

- Hello, Joe. Looking for Jenny?

- Yes.

- When are you two getting married?

- Business is a bit busy.

Can you tell her

I've some business tonight?

OK.

Joe!

- What's the business tonight?

- I was just looking for you.

Some other girl tonight?

Don't be daft.

I've never set eyes on another girl.

- It can't be business every night.

- I get that from your mother.

I can't help it. I'd much sooner be with you.

- Would you, Joe?

- Of course I would.

Then let's go out tonight like we used to.

We'll go to the Percy Grill.

- Percy Grill?

- Where we first met.

- I wish I hadn't got this business tonight.

- Let's start afresh back at the beginning.

Joe, you might listen to me.

All right, Jenny. I'll put it off.

I'll wait outside for you.

- Davey! How then?

- Joe!

- Only one Joe Gowlan in Tynecastle.

- Only one Joe Gowlan anywhere!

- Did you get that scholarship?

- Aye. Where have you been?

After that scandal in Ramage's shop

and my dad getting pinched,

I just had to come away. Sorry.

Your dad was mixed up in that, wasn't he?

It's all right. What have you been doing?

- I'm a turf accountant.

- A bookie.

I've got bigger fish to fry. You're not

in a rush? Come out with me and my lady.

- All right.

- Fine. She's my landlady's daughter.

Here she comes.

Davey, this is Miss Sunley.

This is Davey Fenwick from the university.

- Hello.

- How about some snuff?

- Shall we pop into Lockhart's?

- This is on Joe Gowlan, so you shut up.

- What about the...?

- Joe?

Percy Grill. Come on, Davey.

I think I'll have some oysters.

Can I leave you for a minute. It's one of my

clients. One of the biggest foundry owners.

- That's all right, Joe.

- Back in a jiffy.

- Joe's a card, isn't he?

- Yes.

- Hello, Mr Millington.

- Hello, Gowlan. Anything good?

A whisper about Rock Boy for the 3.30.

Rock Boy, eh?

Laura, I believe you've met Joe Gowlan.

We did meet at the Spring Handicap,

but I doubt you'll remember.

- Of course. Won't you sit down?

- Well, I...

- Have a drink.

- Thank you, Mr Millington.

Smart lad. Wasting his time

in bookmaking. What was that horse?

- Rock Boy, Mr Millington.

- Pretty girl, Mr Gowlan. Your fiance?

No, you've got the wrong end of the stick.

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