He liked to be called into any case largely because it meant something to do and kept him from being bored.

When compelled to keep an appointment in winter, he would slip on an old greatcoat of gray twill that he had worn until it was shabby, then, taking down a soft felt hat, twisted and pulled out of shape by use, he would pull it low over his dull gray eyes and amble forth.

In summer his clothes looked as crinkled as though he had slept in them for weeks.

He smoked.

In cast of countenance he was not wholly unlike General Grant, with a short gray beard and mustache which always seemed more or less unkempt and hair that hung down over his forehead in a gray mass.