They waited until the girls had disappeared: "Come on, dearie, we might as well go on and crash it and see what's going on." They went up the steps and into the lobby, which was rather bare, with nothing but a few leather chairs, showing considerable use, and a desk at the back near the stairs. "Oh, Senorita Evelyn, I have not see you for so long time, I have near forget what you look like," bowed the clerk, who was possessed of a monstrous stomach. "Hi--Guts--we are looking for that party that's going on here tonight." "A thousand pardons, Senorita, there is five parties going tonight. You will look and see which one you are invited to. I need not go up with you--you will hear these parties long before you see them. Have a very good time, Senorita." "Come back here, you slut--do you hear me--come back here with my leg," came a voice, as Evelyn and Pearl neared the second floor. "You can just go to Hell, you cheap, lousy bastard, having the nerve to promise me two dollars, and then when I'm ready to go, you saying you wasn't going to give me a dime--Goddam you, you just try and get this leg back," said Mickey Finn, as she came to the head of the stairs, with an artificial leg under her arm, with the shoe and sock still on it. "What's the trouble, Mickey?" asked Evelyn, as she and Pearl came up. "Why, can you believe a guy would have the nerve to pull a trick like that on me--promising me my money, and then not giving it to me? I'm taking this leg and hock it--to Hell with him--the thing that makes me sore is anyone trying to pull a lousy trick like that on me--can you believe it?" fumed Mickey. "Come back here with my leg, you bitch. If I get my hands on you, I'll wring your damn neck." "Go to Hell," screamed Mickey, "You'll pay me more than two dollars to get this leg back." "Pipe down, Mickey," shushed Evelyn, "If Guts hears you, he'll raise Hell right." "A thousand pardons, Senoritas, but what is this trouble--and you--what are you doing with the Senor's leg?" came the voice of Guts from behind the trio. "You seen me come in here with this guy, didn't you, Guts? He paid for the room, didn't he? Well, after he had his fun he refused to pay me my two dollars, and I'm damned if I ain't taking his false leg for the bill--and come to think of it, what have you got to say about it? Are you for me, or are you against me? You remember, I know of a couple of dirty deals I could tell the Custom and Federal authorities about--and by God, you know me, Guts," frothed Mickey. "Ah, Senorita--I am so sorry. Why you did not call me before? You are my friend, and no one can say different," answered Guts, as he pulled his enormous belly up, and with a scowl on his near-black face, started down the hall toward the half-opened door. "Take that leg away from that slut," ordered the man, leaning against the dresser to support himself, as Guts and the three girls came into the room. "Why have you refuse to pay the Senorita?" asked Guts.