Women were not infrequently seen climbing the stairs to these rooms.

But, as already stated, everybody behaved.
Schmuck, who managed the saloon, was a giant of a man, a Turnvereiner, who could hold his own with any man in town.

It will be understood that the orderliness was therefore due to a respect for Schmuck's strength, and not to any inclination to be orderly.
On this night, then, at nine o'clock, a man entered and approached the bar.

He was sharp-eyed, lean-faced, with a heavy blue beard closely shaven, saving the mustache, which was black and hung over the man's lips.

He wore good clothes.