In deep black, of course, but without any sign of ostentation in his mourning.

He had allowed his beard to grow lately, and wore it closely cut in a point.
"After his evidence, the sensation of the day occurred.

A tall, dark-haired man, with the word 'City' written metaphorically all over him, had kissed the book, and was waiting to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth.
"He gave his name as Andrew Campbell, head of the firm of Campbell & Co., brokers, of Throgmorton Street.
"In the afternoon of March 18th Mr.Campbell, travelling on the Underground Railway, had noticed a very pretty woman in the same carriage as himself.

She had asked him if she was in the right train for Aldersgate.

Mr.Campbell replied in the affirmative, and then buried himself in the Stock Exchange quotations of his evening paper.
"At Gower Street, a gentleman in a tweed suit and bowler hat got into the carriage, and took a seat opposite the lady.
"She seemed very much astonished at seeing him, but Mr.Andrew Campbell did not recollect the exact words she said.
"The two talked to one another a good deal, and certainly the lady appeared animated and cheerful.