It was late when I arrived in front of the place; and whilst hesitating whether I should venture into such a precious menagerie, I happened to look round, and, by the light of a dim lamp that burned at the corner of the street, I caught a glimpse of the lieutenant leaning against the wall, quietly smoking an Irish dudeen." "Like Rono the Great in the island of Hawai," suggested Jack.
"Something.

This, however, cut short my deliberations.

I walked in.
There was a crowd of men and women drinking and smoking about the bar.
These, however, were not the people I sought.

The regular tenants of the house were not amongst that lot, and it was essential for me to find out in what part of the premises they were stowed.

I commenced proceedings by ordering a noggin of whisky, and making love to the damsel that brought it in.