Perhaps it’s the oversize teacuplike chairs at the cozy bar, or the lights twinkling off the 18-karat gold-leaf ceiling vault and gold floor tiles, or the glimpse of the golden skulls lining the walls in the back room of the lounge.

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[…] I discovered this particular one to be merely a shallow recess in the limestone, nowhere reëntrant to a distance of over forty feet, of the general proportions of a tin oven, and transacting an immense business of mystery (or what they call, as far west as this, Shenandigan and Scullduggery) with those who gape at it from below, on the capital of a dark, overgrown portal, as big as the cave itself.