After the Casino performance was over, the German managed to lose himself in the wine rooms and corridors that lay behind the Casino and connected it with the establishment presided over by Gopher Gabe.
Yet he had not escaped observation entirely. A waiter, meeting him in a passage, had asked him what he was doing there. And when the baron said he was trying to find his way out, the waiter had escorted him to the exit.
The baron had gone out; then he had come in again.
This time he professed to be seeking White-eyed Moses.
“I hear he iss a Cherman, unt uff so, I vant to git acvainted mit him,” was his statement.
He did not find White-eyed Moses—did not look for him; but again made his way into the passage which he had been forced to leave.
When near the saloon he heard the low grumble of the voice of Gopher Gabe, at the time Gabe was talking with the woman; but he could not hear what was said.
Crouching in a dark corner, the baron waited; he wanted to see with whom the saloon keeper was conversing.
It was while in that spot that the big figure of Gopher Gabe loomed before him; then passed swiftly on, bearing in his arms what seemed to be the limp body of a woman.
Gopher Gabe had apparently passed without seeing the baron.