I saw Miss Wallace give him a quick look, a little shake of her head, as she said to me.
"Go on—please, Mr. Boyne."
"'Hair parted high, smoothed down; appears of slight build but is well muscled. Neat dresser, quiet, usually wears blue serge suit, black derby hat, black shoes.'"
"By Golly—you see it now yourself, don't you, Jerry?"
"I see that you're holding up work," I said impatiently. And now it was the quiet girl who came in with.
"Who gave you this description of Steve Skeels? I mean, how many people's observation of the man does this represent?"
"One. My own," I jerked out. "I know Skeels; have known him for years."
"Years? How many?" It was still the girl asking.
"Since 1907—or thereabouts."
"Was he always a gambler?" she wanted to know.