Deede Dawson laughed though his eyes remained as hard and cold as ever.
“I shall have to give him orders to shave,” he said. “Your mother was telling me I ought to the other day, she said it didn't look respectable to have a man about with all that hair on his face. Though I don't see myself why hair isn't respectable, do you?”
“It looks odd,” answered Ella carelessly.
Deede Dawson laughed again, and walked on to where Dunn was standing waiting for him. With his perpetual smile that his cold and evil eyes so strangely contradicted, he said to him:
“Well, what have you and Ella been talking about?”
“Why do you ask?” growled Dunn.
“Because she looks upset,” answered Deede Dawson. “Oh, don't be shy about it. Shall I give you a little good advice?”
“What?”
“Never shave.”
“Why not?”