"Going back, sir?"
Golden fares are rare enough to be worth looking after for a return journey.
"Perhaps—I don't know."
"I'll be stopping here, sir—here, for half-an-hour if you should want me, sir."
Masters nodded.... Passed through a door brass-plated with the words:
HOTEL ENTRANCE.
A flight of stairs faced him. To the left was another door, glass-lettered with the word:
SALLOON.
Into the saloon Masters went. Square panels of bevelled ground glass pivoted on their centres along the top of the bar, shielding the occupants of the saloon from the gaze of those in the opposite bar.
As he entered, Masters heard the woman he had followed enquiring over the bar: