These gentlemen generally slipped in late and out early.

Besides such regular guests, others of every age, sex, and creed arrived at irregular intervals.

These had strictly private dealings with the host, and showed a great objection to having a lucifer match struck near their faces.

The other lodgers took their own views of these peculiarities, but judged it best to keep them to themselves.

In this house it was that Itzig went up a dark stair, and, groping along a dirty wall, came to a heavy oaken door, with a massive bolt, and, after a good push, entered a waste-looking room that ran the whole length of the house.