“I’ve – well, I’ve been down in the Pit,” Joe succeeded in blurting out. “I must confess that you look like it – very much like it indeed.” Mr. Bronson spoke severely, but if ever by great effort he conquered a smile, that was the time. “I presume,” he went on, “that you do not refer to the abiding-place of sinners, but rather to some definite locality in San Francisco. Am I right?”
