“Oh, how old is he?”
“Just twenty-five. I’ve known him since he was a baby.”
“Is he deaf and dumb?”
“He won’t listen, and he won’t gossip,” declared Mr. Avery.
“Graduate of an institution?”
“Yes.”
“But,” objected Agatha, “uniforms are so conspicuous.”
“He doesn’t wear one,” answered Mr. Avery.
“Does he talk on his fingers?” asked Agatha.
“Yes; but if he bothers you (because he’s an absent-minded fellow anyhow), why, you just tell him to muffle his hands in his pockets.”