On the third story Muffat abandoned himself to the feeling of intoxication which was overpowering him.

For the chorus girls' dressing room was there, and you saw a crowd of twenty women and a wild display of soaps and flasks of lavender water.

The place resembled the common room in a slum lodging house.

As he passed by he heard fierce sounds of washing behind a closed door and a perfect storm raging in a washhand basin.

And as he was mounting up to the topmost story of all, curiosity led him to risk one more little peep through an open loophole.