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The churches were closed and did duty each evening as political club-rooms. The revolutionary journals alone were hawked about the streets; the others had been suppressed.
But when you get wise it'll not be so funny. He's got a tea parlor upstairs and they say it's some swell place, with a rest room or ladies' dressing room back. Now from this back room the girls can get into the club-rooms of the boys, and go out on the other side of the block. In one way and out the other at night. Not necessary in the afternoon.... Come on now, well go round the block."
"Come, Norris, none of that," said a tall young man, who sat at the head of the table. "No one shall be forced to stay here against his will. You should have found out if your friend cared for this sort of thing before you brought him." It was seldom that Don Wimler said so much, either at the club-rooms or outside, and every one knew he meant every word. Earle Norris's face fell.
Oscar did not recognize the club member. He had seen him, however, several times in the clubhouse, and was satisfied that the man was really a member. But who were the other two men, and why had they directed attention toward him? This was the question at that moment. Oscar retired to one of the private club-rooms. He wrought a marvelous change in his appearance.
The silly beings who crowd into the betting-shops and lounge till morning in the hot air; the stout florid person who passes from bar to bar in a commercial town; the greasy scoundrel who congregates with his mates at street corners; the unspeakable dogs who prowl at night in London and snatch their prey in lonely thoroughfares; the "jolly" gangs of young men who play cards till dawn in provincial club-rooms; even the slouching poacher who passes his afternoons in humorous converse at the ale-house they are all idlers, and they all form bad company for anybody who comes within range of their influences.
"I should think I have," said Harry the tone of his voice was a little regretful; "but it's not only here it's the whole town. It's smartened up beyond all knowing. But I must confess that, dirty and dingy as they were, I regret the old club-rooms. There was something extraordinarily homely and comfortable about them. Do you remember that old armchair with the hole in it?
It was an understood thing that our rights were never considered, and we always had to pay for the money we had earned, going with our hats off to the back door. I was paper-hanging in one of the club-rooms, next the library, when, one evening as I was on the point of leaving, Dolyhikov's daughter came into the room carrying a bundle of books. I bowed to her. "Ah!
Naturally I thought that he would be willing to describe some of these talks, for they had obviously made a great impression on him. He, however, was adamant in this matter. When people talked in club-rooms, he argued, they ought to have the feeling that it was like talking in their own house and to their own family. For him Clubs were "tiled" houses.
"To warn Daren Lane that you were going to raid these club-rooms to-night." "Who told you?" "I won't tell. I got it over the 'phone. I ran over here. I knew where the key was. I've been here before afternoons dancing.... I let myself in.... But when they they came I got frightened and hid in the closet." Chief Bell seemed about to give way to passion, but he controlled it.
"Much as I'd like to kill those two dogs I can't I can't.... I'll smash their faces, though and if I ever catch...." Breaking the thought off abruptly, he passed down the dim hallway to the door of the club-rooms. He raised the axe and was about to smash the lock when he espied a key in the keyhole. The door was not locked. Lane set down the axe and noiselessly turned the knob and peeped in.
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