I've got some business.

Whoever comes, you keep them here--understand.

All right, gents." The three stood close behind him as Mike inserted the key, and opened the door.

It was already growing dusk without, and the tightly closed room, with shade drawn at the single window, was so dark that West could scarcely discern its shape and contents.

Mike, without hesitation, stepped within, his great bulk blotting out whatever view there was.
"Come right in, gents," he insisted.