It opened noiselessly; moonlight streamed through one window, where the curtain was not closely drawn, but the gloom was too dense to reveal much of the shrouded interior.

I could dimly perceive a table, and some chairs, one overturned.

There was no movement, however; no sign of present occupancy.

Convinced as to this, I slipped back for my lamp, shading the flame so the light was thrown forward into the room.
A single glance revealed everything.

The table, a common deal affair, contained two bottles, one half filled, and three dirty glasses, together with a pack of disreputable-looking cards, some of these scattered about the floor.