“He’s all right,” said Rawson. “We worked together in the same stables before, and he is a good man.”
“I have no doubt of that. He looks like it,” said Nick. “Now, Moran, what did this man you saw in the coach look like?”
“Well, he was a swell.”
“Describe him as near as you can.”
The man seemed to be embarrassed, and hung his head, as if trying to think hard.
“I didn’t just see his face,” he said, at length. “He had on a shiny hat, and whiskers all around his face, that were dark, and the clothes he had on were swell.”
“Would you know him again if you were to see him?”
The man shook his head doubtfully, and finally said:
“I don’t know about that. You see, I didn’t think anything was wrong then, and I wasn’t stagging him off for anything. If he was dressed just the same maybe I would, but I wouldn’t want to swear to it.”
He thought a little while, and then said: