Kane led the way to his apartment, opening the door and holding it for Peter.
In the middle of the main room was a table with four wooden chairs around it, and beyond that, a partitioned screen that blocked the view of the rest of the apartment. He left it there, heading left, into the kitchen. He set the percolator, and gestured to the table.
"You can have a seat," he offered, lighting yet another smoke and fussing about for sugar and cream, "how do you take your coffee?"