A moment later, when ahead of
them on the asphalt road Nolan pointed out a spot of yellow, he
recognized the signal and knew that within call were friends.
The yellow cigarette-box lay directly in front of a long wooden
building of two stories. It was linked to the road by a curving
driveway marked on either side by whitewashed stones.
On verandas enclosed In glass Wharton saw white-covered tables
under red candle-shade and, protruding from one end of the house
and hung with electric lights in paper lanterns, a pavilion for
dancing. In the rear of the house stood sheds and a thick tangle of
trees on which the autumn leaves showed yellow painted fingers and
arrows pointing, and an electric sign, proclaimed to all who passed
that this was Kessler's. In spite of its reputation, the house wore
the aspect of the commonplace. In evidence nothing flaunted,
nothing threatened From a dozen other inns along the Pelham Parkway
and the Boston Post Road it was no way to be distinguished.
As directed In the note, Wharton left the car in the road." For
five minutes stay where yo are," he ordered Nolan; "then go to the
bar and get a drink. Don't talk to any one or they'll think you're
trying to get information. Work around to the back of the house.
Stand where I can see you from the window. I may want you to carry
a message to Mr. Rumson.
On foot Wharton walked up the curved drive-way, and if from the
house his approach was spied upon, there was no evidence.
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