Vance had expected to see a brilliantly lighted establishment, with big plate glass windows and every sign of a high-toned restaurant.
The contrary was the case.
Not even a sign distinguished Bagley’s place from that of the other buildings in the vicinity, though a red light suspended over the door served to indicate that it had other uses than those of an ordinary dwelling.
A light rain was now falling, and before the boy had time to ask his companion if some mistake had not been made in the place Dudley opened the door and pushed him inside.
CHAPTER V.
THE PLOT THAT FAILED.
Vance found himself in a narrow, dimly-lighted hallway.
But before the sense of disappointment, not unmixed, perhaps, with a feeling of uneasiness, had time to assert itself, Dudley brushed by him and opened a door which admitted them to a long, low-ceiled room, painted a dull, smoky color, but brilliantly illuminated with many gas jets enclosed in colored globes, which threw a subdued and fantastic glow about the room.
There was a kitchen in the rear and a bar along one side near the door.
The rest of the room was taken up with round, well-polished mahogany tables of different sizes, for large or small parties.