Once we turn off this street, we'll be safe enough." It was considerably past midnight when the two men finally reached the University Club; they had lunched at an all-night restaurant, washed and made themselves as presentable as possible, yet were hardly recognizable as they entered the Club lobby.

Neither possessed a hat; Sexton was in his shirt sleeves, while West's coat clung to him in rags.

Without waiting to explain anything to the servant in charge, except to state briefly that Sexton would be his guest for the night, the Captain hurried into the waiting elevator, and accompanied by his companion, ascended to his apartment above.
The reaction from the excitement of the evening left Sexton dull and drowsy once he felt secure from any possible danger.

His only desire was to lie quiet, and forget.

Stretched out on a comfortable lounge, he fell asleep almost instantly, making no effort even to remove his clothes.
West was of a different temperament, his mind far too active to find sleep possible.