Their footsteps echoed down the stone passage. At the end there was a door. They went through into another long passage lit by an occasional bare bulb in the roof. Another door and they found themselves in a large warehouse. Cases and bales were stacked in neat piles. There were runways for overhead cranes. From the markings on the crates it seemed to be a liquor store. They followed an aisle across to an iron door. The man called Tee-Hee rang a bell. There was absolute silence. Bond guessed they must have walked at least a block away from the nightclub.
There was a clang of bolts and the door opened. A n***o in evening dress with a g*n in his hand stepped aside and they went through into a carpeted hallway.
‘Yo kin go on in, Tee-Hee,’ said the man in evening dress.
Tee-Hee knocked on a
