Nothing wrong in its appearance, everything ship-shape and yet--"I shall find some strange characters here," was the Sweetwater comment with which our detective opened the door and walked into the house.
It was an unusual hour for guests, and the woman whom he saw bending over a sort of desk in one corner of the room he strode into, looked up hastily, almost suspiciously.
"Well, and what is your business ?" she asked, with her eye on his clothes, which while not fashionable, were evidently of the sort not often seen in that place.
"I want a room," he tipsily confided to her, "in which I can drink and drink till I cannot see.

I'm in trouble I am; but I don't want to do any mischief; I only want to forget.

I've money, and--" as he saw her mouth open, "and I've the stuff.

Whiskey, just whiskey.

Give me a room.