"Whose bag is that, Timms?" inquired the clerk.
"I don't wish to be personal," replied the man, "but I think it belongs to ——," and the fellow pointed to the floor.
"You don't mean him, surely?" said the clerk.
"Yes, I do though; at any rate, if he is not the gentleman I take him for, he must be a second cousin of his, for he is the most unaccountable individual that ever I clapped my eyes on. There is not much good in him, I'll be bound."
I listened with breathless anxiety to these words. When the man had finished, I said to him,
"How was the gentleman dressed?"
"In black."
"Had he a cloak on?"
"Yes."
"A traveling-cap drawn over his eyes?"