Soap and water account for the rest of it.

These cigars are from the States." [*Long-sleeved outer cloak.] It was hard to believe, even on the strength of his straight statement--he talking undisguised American, and smiling at me, no doubt vastly pleased with my incredulity.
"Are you a case of Jekyll and Hyde ?" I asked.
"No.

I'm more like both sides of a sandwich with some army mule- meat in the middle.

But I won't be interviewed.

I hate it.
Besides, it's against the regulations." His voice was not quite so harshly nasal as those of the Middle West, but he had not picked up the ultra-English drawl and clipped-off consonants that so many Americans affect abroad and overdo.
I don't think a wise crook would have chosen him as a subject for experiments.