The walls were pasted over with sporting pictures taken from illustrated papers.

There was a bed, some old chairs, one of which had a broken back, a center table, a cracked mirror, and two cuspidors.

A door opened into another room beyond.
Lounging in a chair, with his feet on the table beside an empty beer bottle and dirty glass, was a ruffianly-looking chap, who had a thick neck that ran straight up with the back of his head.

His hair was close cropped and his forehead low.

There was a bulldog look about his mouth and jaw, and his forehead was strangely narrow.
The man was smoking a black, foul-smelling pipe, while the hands which held a pink-tinted illustrated paper were enormous, with huge knuckles and joints.