"Have you ever seen this strange man?"
"Only twice."
"Would you know him again if you saw him?"
"O, yes, sir, I should know him anywhere."
"Tell me what he is like."
"Quite the gentleman, sir, he looks, but seems to be poor, or he wouldn't live in such a place all by himself and wear such poor clothes."
"His clothes are poor, then?"
"Very. But not so much poor as worn shabby, sir."
"Ah," said Crawford thoughtfully. (He had not been near enough to that man on the tow-path to tell whether his clothes were greatly the worse of wear or not.) "Is he dark or light?"
"Dark. Very dark. His hair is jet-black, sir. I was as close to him on Welford Road as I am to you now."