Here we are, outside the notorious Belvedere Cafe... a haunt for those Uranian souls who wish to mingle and discover others with similar tastes and pursue certain activities beyond public scrutiny. Also a small time speakeasy.
We join now Peter Birch and his slightly disreputable acquaintance Manfred, who he met working at his old job at the paraffin factory.
The third party arrives- fashionably late, of course.