"Yes."
"Are you spotting him?"
"Excuse me, but that's my business. He has gone, and with your permission I will follow him."
The man looked at Hal for a second in silence.
"I'll trust you, for you have the right kind of eyes. You are following Allen for a purpose, but that's none of my affair. When you go just forget all about this place, unless you want to come in some time and try a hand."
"Thank you, I don't gamble," and without another word Hal left the room and hurried down stairs.
A hasty look into the various rooms convinced him that Allen had left the building, and then Hal lost no time in doing likewise.
What he had seen disgusted him beyond measure.
"How men can stay up all night and gamble in a place like that I can't understand," he murmured to himself. "I would rather be in bed and asleep. And it stands to reason the proprietors have the best of it, otherwise how could they run such a gorgeous house?"
Hal was soon on the snow-covered pavement.