"I don't know whether to give you a meal ticket, or to call a cop
when I look at you, Marshall," laughed Garrick.
"Well, I feel a good deal safer in this rig than I did last night,
in this part of the city," I replied as we hopped off a surface
car not far from our destination. "I almost begin to feel my part.
Did you see the old gink with the gold watch on the car? If he was
here I believe I'd hold him up, just to see what it is like. I
suppose we are going to apply for lodgings at the famous hostelry,
the Old Tavern?"
"I had that intention," replied Garrick who could see no humour in
the situation, now that we were on the scene of action. "The place
looks even more sordid in daylight than at night. Besides, it
smells worse."
We entered the tavern, and were greeted with a general air of
rough curiosity, which was quickly dispelled by our spending ten
cents, and getting change for a bill. At least we were good for
anything reasonable, and doubts on that score settled by the man
behind the bar, he consented to enter into conversation, which
ultimately resulted in our hiring a large back room upstairs in
the secluded caravansary which supplied "Furnished Rooms for
Gentlemen Only.
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