There were shouts of greeting and celebratory whoops as the crowd saw who had come in. Diego was in his glory. This is what he lived for. The tavern was crowded with excited men and women, drinking, dancing and gambling. There was a four piece band with a coronet player and three singing guitarists playing in the corner. The bar was long and a crowd of bodies pressed against it. There were about ten to twelve large round tables at which games of chance were being played.
Margie was stupefied that a place like this existed. She had seen Hollywood versions of wild, drunken taverns, but this place exceeded even their imaginations. There was a stairway that led upstairs and a line of pretty, young, scantily clad women were sitting primly on little chairs on the landing. The room was clouded b
