Once the leader, an old and gray-haired man, was heard to utter, inadvertently above his breath, the ominous expression, "Yass, indeed!" All in all, the situation was bodeful in the extreme.

There was no speech other than that above noted.
After a vast hiatus the door at the main entrance was pulled cautiously open, a little at a time.

Evidently some one was looking in.

The consciousness of this caused two or three men to shuffle their feet a trifle upon the floor, as though they expected the death march soon to begin.

The littlest waiter girl, unable to stand the nervous strain, tittered audibly, which caused Nora, the head waiter, to glare at her through her glasses.