"All right then. I'll show you to the room, and bring you a punch as soon as I can get it ready."
"Thanks, my friend," and Killett followed him through the door by which Taylor and the couple with him had disappeared a few moments before.
On passing the door the detective found himself in a narrow hall, on one side of which was a black walnut partition, reaching about half way to the ceiling.
In this partition were two doors, leading to two small rooms, fitted up for card-playing.
The first of these rooms was now occupied by Taylor's party.
Killett was shown into the other.
He was in an agony of apprehension for fear those in the next room would hear the door open, or catch the sound of the barkeeper's voice.
But nothing of the kind happened. The door was opened noiselessly, and the barkeeper merely said:
"Here you are, sir. I'll bring the punch presently."
Killett nodded, and the dispenser of liquid refreshments went away.