At last they reached the floor from which had blared the strains of jazz.

Wide doors were open, through which Lane caught the flash of many colors.

Blair produced his tickets at the door.

There did not appear to be any one to take them.
Lane experienced an indefinable thrill at the scene.

The air seemed to reek with a mixed perfume and cigarette smoke--to resound with high-keyed youthful laughter, wild and sweet and vacant above the strange, discordant music.