The child shook his head.
"No, sir. He—he was just like lots of men."
"Now look over these three gentlemen," said the chief, waving his hand at us. "Which of them looks most like him? Not their faces, but their bodies."
Dannie looked at us critically and carefully. His eye passed quickly over Babbitts, medium height, broad and stocky, lingered on me, six feet two with the longest reach in my class at Harvard, then brought up on George, who tips the beam at one hundred and sixty pounds.
"Most like him," he said, pointing a little finger at the junior member of Whitney & Whitney. "Skinny like him."
"Very well done, Dannie," said the old man, then turned to George. "Lightly built. He would have no means of judging height."
George took up the interrogation:
"Could you see at all what kind of clothes he wore?"
"No—he went too quick."
"And he looked over at your building?"