"Seems 's though I do remember seeing such a chap," uttered the barkeeper. "How long ago was it?"
"Nearly an hour."
"Probably he went away."
"Not by the front door."
"Eh! Then you've been watching him? Suspicious character, eh?"
"Yes."
"You can look through the rooms."
Billy Bowlegs led the way behind the screen.
Half a dozen men sat playing at the tables, as many more smoking and reclining on settees at the side of the room.
The air was thick with smoke, yet the keen glance of the police officer showed that his friend, the detective, was not present.