It was not only the meeting place of racketeers and high-class gangsters; it was also a spot where pleasure seekers sought diversion that was different from the more established amusement places that surrounded Times Square.
Cliff Marsland had entered the Club Drury with a feeling of confidence. He was sure that his identity was still undisclosed; that no one had seen him leave Larchmont Court and follow Ernie Shires.
Here, in the dimly lighted night club, Cliff was doubly secure. There was little chance that he would be observed by any one. The place was crowded, and all the persons present were interested in their own companions.
The tables in the Club Drury were grouped around the dance floor in the center. An entertainment was on when Cliff entered.
Cliff made his way among the tables to the far side of the big room, glancing right and left as he went. He was looking for Ernie Shires, but could see no sign of the gangster.
Cliff sat at a table. He waited until the girl had finished her dance. The spotlight faded, and the side lights were turned on. The diners began to crowd the dance floor. Cliff had a better opportunity to look for Ernie Shires.
Again, he had no success.
Had Shires purposely given the wrong address? It was possible. He might have changed his orders after he had rolled away in the taxicab.
A waiter approached and asked for Cliff’s order. Cliff looked at the menu. He had a sudden thought.
If Ernie Shires had an appointment in this place, it would not be held in the midst of a large, crowded room!