"We had better go straight in, Nick." "Certainly," said Nick.
She peeped into the bar and found it empty.

Together they entered the narrow passage.

The unmistakable odour of beer and stale tobacco was all-prevalent.

The air was heavy with it.

They reached the foot of the steep winding stairs, and Olga paused irresolutely.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone downstairs.