All the scum of the city seemed to drift in there, for it was known that once inside the doors a man need not leave until morning.
Daddy let his customers sleep on the floor, if they had nowhere else to go.
At last it was closing hour.
The doors were locked, and the curtains pulled tightly across the windows.
Jack Thompson muttered an oath.
“He’s going to bilk us,” he muttered.
“Not him,” responded Hamilton. “Wait, I tell you. The night’s young yet. He can’t afford to bilk us, don’t you see?”
“No, I don’t. He might skip——”
“But he’s not suspected! He’s got every reason to stay, for here is where the money is. He’ll get around before the night is over.”