The room was large, with old walls and high ceiling, a round table with chairs and a sideboard.

It had no windows.
The door on the other side was closed.
"Pepper, who's this you're ringin' in on me ?" demanded the young fellow.
"A pard of mine.

Now don't be peeved, Sammy," replied Pepper.

"If there's any kick I'll take the blame.
Then the five young men glided swiftly into the room.

The last one was Dick Swann.