The little shop was dimly lighted—a lurid red glow at one side and a
faint amber radiance from above. For a moment I stood looking around
uncertainly—at the slovenly display-cases and tables, the unframed
paintings on the walls, and the long shelves crowded with curios.
“Perhaps something in particular the _señor_ would wish?” suggested
the little old man ingratiatingly.
I glanced back into the black shadow that shrouded the farther end
of the room, and then turned to meet the snakelike little eyes that
were roving over my figure appraisingly.