“A big thing on to-night, isn't there, sir?” he asked cautiously.
“Is there?” Francis replied. “You mean—?”
Jimmy motioned towards the open window, close to which the river was flowing by.
“You going down, sir?”
Francis shook his head dubiously.
“Where to?”
The bartender looked with narrowed eyes from one to the other of the two men. Then he suddenly froze up. Wilmore leaned a little further over the impromptu counter.
“Jimmy,” he asked, “what goes on here besides dancing and boxing and gambling?”
“I never heard of any gambling,” Jimmy answered, shaking his head. “Sir Timothy doesn't care about cards being played here at all.”
“What is the principal entertainment, then?” Francis demanded. “The boxing?”