For a moment it appears the bouncer is about to wave Frank away. But the moment he says his name, the man in the black leather jacket's eyes open wide. "Oh, you're here to see Mr. Levi," he says, half asking. The name immediately triggers memories of researching in the library. Frank had discovered that the leader of The Lodge was a man named Julius Levi. He had seen pictures of the man, stout and hunched and severe. Something about the man's appearance in those photos had reminded Frank of Winston Churchill, or maybe The Penguin from the Batman comic books. The bouncer opens the door for Frank and says, "Just head up the stairs. Tell Jess when you get to the top that you are here to see Mr. Levi."

Frank follows the stairs up, noting the fine dark wooden paneling along the walls and the framed black and white photographs of St. Louis from what must have been practically a century ago. At the top, the hostess Jess is a woman with wild curly hair and tattoos up and down her exposed arms and shoulders. She seems equally impressed when Frank tells her who he's there to see. "Right this way," she says in a husky voice, and leads Frank over to a booth at the back of the club.

Julius Levi sits at the booth alone, his attention drawn to an open newspaper that's half folded over the table. He's dressed in an old and fuzzy looking pinstripe suit, and though the lower half of his face is hidden by the newspaper, Frank can see his blue eyes framed by wire-rim spectacles. He looks up from the newspaper, but does not lower it. "Mr. Daughtridge?" he asks in his now familiar voice, "have a seat."

There is tension in the man's voice, and Jess catches it. She offers to let Frank get settled and says she'll come back in a bit.