"All right; you engage a room for both of us."
"But come up. If you should want to go to bed before I am ready to come in, you won't be able to find your room, if you don't go and look at it now."
I thought we were wasting more time in debating the matter than it would take for me to look at the chamber, and I followed him up the stairs. We entered the building, which was of considerable dimensions. I groped my way, after my friend, through long entries, which were not lighted, until, after turning two corners, he halted and knocked.
"Who's there?" called a voice from within.
"Lynch," replied my guide. "Lynch is the short of Lynchpinne," he added to me.
"Come in!"
I heard the springing of a bolt on the door before it was opened.
"Go in, Phil," said my companion, placing himself behind me, and gently forcing me into the apartment.
The room was not more than twelve feet square.
The only furniture it contained was a chair and a small toilet-table. The former was placed in one corner, and the latter directly in front of it.