“Only two persons, a man and a woman, whom I have specially noticed,” said the clerk. “The man’s name is Jack Conroy, or that’s the only name by which we know him. He has been very friendly with her. I don’t know where he lives, however, nor anything more about him.”
“You know how he looks,” said Patsy, a bit dryly. “Describe him.”
“Oh, he’s a man of forty, a well-built chap, with dark hair and eyes and a short, pointed beard. He wears glasses and dresses fashionably, barring one feature that seems to hit his fancy.”
“What is that?”
“He nearly always wears a figured vest.”
“That’s worth knowing,” said Patsy. “Is that all you can tell me about him?”
“The whole business, Garvan, on my word.”
“The woman left no address for her mail?”
“None. She said there would be no mail for her.”
“Who was the other visitor, the woman you have mentioned? Do you know anything about her?”