He tried the next.
It yielded, and he entered, closely followed by George.
He led the way toward the room in which the trap door was situated. But in passing the bar-room, he saw, through the open door, three men grouped together in chairs, while a coffin, containing all that was mortal of Margaret Ernst, occupied the center of the apartment.
The darkness of the place was only dissipated in a small degree by an oil lamp, which burned dimly on the bar.
"Who are they?" asked Old Spicer, with his lips close to Morgan's ear.
"One's Cohen," was the answer; "another is——"
"Webber, isn't it?"
"By Jove! I believe it is."
"And who is the third?"
"I don't know; I can't see his face."