Nothing.  His plan didn't work, however, Dallen figured that as long as he stuck around the place, he might eventually catch a glimpse of Rickman.  About a drink and a half in, two guys came near to him and sat at their own table.  One of them could be this Breckinridge guy, or they could just be two nobodies.  Without having much else to do at the current moment, Dallen decided to stay put, order another whiskey on the rocks, and listen in.  He sat back in his stool as he fired up another smoke.