Above the door was painted _The Keller House_.

The grocery in the next block, and the poolroom, bore the same owner's name.
When Charnock stopped, a man without a coat and with the sleeves of his fine white shirt rolled up came out.

He as rather an old man and his movements were slack; his face was hard, but on the whole expressionless.
"Hallo!" he said.

"Late again! The others have pulled out a quarter of an hour since." "I saw them," Charnock answered with a languid hint of meaning.

"Didn't want to join the procession and thought they might load up my rig if I got here on time." Keller looked hard at him, as if he understood, and then asked: "Want a drink before you start ?" "No, thanks," said Charnock, with an effort; and Keller, going to the door, shouted: "Sadie!" A girl came out on the veranda.