Although she was a little shy about it, she could compose in the same way that her father could.
It seemed to Vanola that she waited for a long time and then the door at the top of the stairs opened and the man re-appeared.
“Come on,” he said. “Kate’ll see you and Gawd ’elp you if you’re lyin’!”
Vanola rose and walked up the stairs to find herself in a large saloon.
Here too there was only one light to illuminate it, but she could see that there was what looked like a counter with a looking glass behind it and a mass of bottles and glasses in front of it and she thought that it was what was called a ‘bar’.
At the other end of the room was a platform with a velvet chair on it. It looked as if it might be a stage on which there could be a performance of some sort.
She had not much time
