Roberts Rinehart Mary. The Window at the White Cat

Politics and Poker. that was the occupation and the preoccupation of the members of the White Cat Club. Once on the inside, a man's business was his own and nobody gave a damn if he was the mayor of the town or the champion poolplayer of the first ward. It was a noisy, crowded, masculine kind of retreat, which explained the sign that hung proudly over the door: "The White Cat Never Sleeps." But murder entered the wakeful chambers of the White Cat and its victims slept the deep, long sleep of the dead.