They might even wait in that private room at Bristol Bob's until they decided that it was time to sally out.

He might perhaps still find them there when he got back; at any rate, from there he must pick up their trail again.

On the other hand--all this was but supposition--they might make at once for the Sanctuary to lie in wait for him.

In any case there was need, desperate need, for haste.
He glanced sharply around him; and, by the side of the tenement house now that bordered on the alleyway, with a curious, swift, gliding motion, he seemed to blend into the shadow and darkness.

It was the Sanctuary, that room on the first floor of the tenement, the tenement that had three entrances, three exits--a passageway through to the saloon on the next street that abutted on the rear, the usual front door, and the side door in the alleyway.