“Tall, thin, sharp features; long, straight nose; professional-looking,” replied Sigebert.
“I know him,” said Walter. “I saw him yesterday.”
“At Lambeth Pier; he said he caught sight of you there. He appears most anxious to find you, and has been making inquiries about you in the neighbourhood.”
“Did he mention any name?”
“No; he was exceedingly reserved on that point. But I think he'll call again.”
“I've no especial desire to see him. But now to work.”
“Must I really commit this outrage?” cried Sige-bert, flourishing his scissors. “My soul revolts at the deed.”
Walter, however, insisted, and, in a very few minutes, his luxuriant beard had vanished, and his cheeks and chin were perfectly smooth.
He had just got up from the arm-chair, when the glass-door opened, and a tall man came in.
“You have found your friend at last, sir,” cried Sigebert, on beholding him. “I suppose my wife told you he was here?”