Glynn opened a door which led to another room, and soon appeared with a rusty iron candlestick, and the stump of a candle, which he lighted.
"Come, Phil, we will see the room," said Lynchpinne, when we were in the entry.
"What sort of a place is this?" I demanded. "I don't like the looks of it."
"Nor I," he replied. "I should judge by the looks that Redwood gambles."
"I think I won't stay here. I don't want to be in a gambling-house."
"Humph! It will be just the same if you go to the hotel. Let us look at the room, at any rate."
"You have seen it before."
"But I wish you to see it; then, if you don't like to stay here, we will go to the hotel."
I followed him up the narrow flight of stairs, and at the end of an entry, which extended the whole length of the building, we entered a chamber. It contained a rude bed, a chair, and a wash-stand.
"Not very elegant accommodations," said Lynchpinne, as we surveyed the room; "but when I can save half a dollar without any real sacrifice of comfort, I do so."