"A big, brown man, with a black mustache."
"He looked like a dood," added Toot.
"You didn't know him?"
"No, sir."
"Would you know him again?"
"Oh, yes," answered the Whistler. "I seen—I saw him last week pulling a single scull up the river."
Shagarach remembered having seen a portrait of Harry Arnold displayed in a fashionable photographer's showcase—shaggy cape-coat and fur cap setting off his splendid beauty. Immediately he wrote the address on a card, and, summoning Aronson, bade him obtain a half-dozen copies of the photograph.
"He was a handsome young man, then? About how old?"
The three guesses varied from 21 to 27. Either of these ages seems fabulously advanced from the standpoint of 14.
"Did you notice anything about his hands? Were they bare or did he wear gloves?"