Wray Street, once attained, was of an entirely different character, being lined with homes, usually humble enough outwardly, yet the throughfare was clean, and the small yards had generally an appearance of neatness in marked contrast to its surroundings.

238 was a three story brick, on the corner, the second story evidently utilized for living purposes, and the ground floor occupied as a saloon.

The upper story exhibited no signs of occupancy, the windows unwashed, and two of them boarded up.

The saloon possessed a fairly respectable appearance, the lettering across the front window proclaiming it as "Mike's Place," and seemed to be doing some business, several entering and departing by way of its hospitable door, while the two lingered in uncertainty opposite.

Standing there idly however did not appeal to West.
"Well, let's go over," he said impatiently.