It was pretty clear that he was a stranger in the city.
At last he turned into a small building, on which there was a rough sign, with these words:
BRONCO BILL’S HOUSE.
The place was hardly larger than an ordinary saloon, and liquor selling certainly was its principal business.
Patsy went in a moment after Snell.
He found himself in a cheap barroom, where a few men were loafing.
Snell was at one end of the bar, talking in a low voice with one who seemed to be the proprietor.
The detective took his place at the other end of the bar and called for a drink.
A moment later, Snell and the proprietor went out by a door at the back, and he heard their steps going up a flight of stairs.
They were gone but a minute, and when they returned, Snell was saying: