The latter rose up immediately and began to follow.
“Dot iss shure a vomans,” he thought; “unt it look to me as if she iss inkinscious. Uff so, idt haf a meanness.”
In the dim light, the baron saw Gopher Gabe slide his huge bulk through one of the doors of the wine rooms. Then the door closed behind him. But as the room was not lighted the baron was not able even yet to make sure that this was Gopher Gabe.
So he crouched outside, again waiting. He had reached the belief that the woman was Vera Bright.
Five minutes later the big man came out of that room, alone.
Again he passed the baron, without apparently seeing him; and went toward the saloon.
The baron squatted in the gloom, staring at the door, which the saloon keeper had closed behind him on coming out.
“He leef der inkinscious voman in dot room vor shure,” was the baron’s conclusion. “Maybe diss iss a case uff murter. Idt iss oop to me to see. By yiminy, uff a murter haf been gommitted, Gopher Gape vill findt himselluf in a slings.”
He rose to his feet, trembling with eagerness.
“Shall I dry der door?” he asked himself. “I ton’dt know vot iss in dare; unt maybe I gan’t git in uff I dry idt. Yidt, here iss going.”