Harry could see the man’s swarthy face — an ugly, frowning face. But he could not make out the features of the man’s companion. The other individual had his back toward Harry.
Looking about him, Harry studied the other persons in the room.
The women who were with companions were talking loudly. They were evidently the associates of gangsters and racketeers.
There was one woman who sat alone. She was on the opposite side of the room, at a small table.
A bottle and a glass stood in front of her, but like Harry, she was not drinking. Her quietness of manner impressed Harry Vincent. Her head was slightly turned, so he could not well see her face, yet her general appearance was most attractive.
She seemed young, and Harry wondered what had brought her to this notorious den.
In studying the girl, Harry forgot all about the man whom he was following. Unconsciously he kept staring across the room, his eyes fixed upon the woman.
She was well dressed; and blond, bobbed hair showed beneath the small black hat that she wore.
As though suddenly conscious of Harry’s gaze, the girl turned her face toward him. Harry could not repress a gasp of astonishment.
The girl was indeed young, and her features possessed beauty and charm. Her complexion was light and even in the dimness, Harry could tell that her eyes were blue.