When Baeza's match went out there was no light anywhere; from a room somewhere above came a sound of quarrelling voices--a woman's voice high and shrill, a man's voice hoarse and drunken, and, as an accompaniment, the wailing of a child wakened from its sleep.
At the very top of the house Baeza rapped on a door.

The door was opened, and a heavy, elderly man, wearing glasses on his nose, stood in the entrance with the light of an unshaded lamp behind him.
"Ramon, it is the chief," said Baeza.
Ramon Castello crossed the room and closed an inner door.

Then he invited Hillyard to enter.

The room was bare but for a few pieces of necessary furniture, but all was scrupulously clean.

Ramon Castillo set forward a couple of chairs and asked his visitors to be seated.