They proceeded to enter the Inn, the music growing louder as they did so. People were in motion everywhere. Some danced together, while others stood about or sat at table and talked and drank.
"Either they're clairvoyant and have arranged a welcoming party for us, or we've interrupted something, Mrs. Peel," Steed remarked. "I lean toward the latter, myself." He half expected Mother to come wheeling up with an explanation as to why they were there.
Of course, that didn't happen.
"Surely there's someone in charge here." He leaned closer to Emma, to ensure that his voice would carry above the noise around them. "See any likely candidates?" He had no problem with deferring to Emma with questions, relying on her intellect. She was certainly more than a pretty face, although she was that too.