Voices were too low for me to catch, but I followed the direction of some of the significant gestures.

Then I saw that these half dozen tables were rather closely grouped and drawn back from the center of the big room.

Next my quick sight took in a smashed table and chairs, some broken bottles on the floor, and then a dark sinister splotch of blood.
I had no time to make inquiries, for my roving eye caught Frank Morton in the doorway, and evidently he wanted to attract my attention.

He turned away and I followed.

When I got outside, he was leaning against the hitching-rail.