His long, thin face, seamed and lined, was striking in its grotesque ugliness.

From under his craggy, scowling brows, his sharp green-gray eyes peered with a curious expression of baffling, quizzing, half pathetic, and wholly cynical, interrogation.

He was smoking a straight, much-used brier pipe.
At his feet, lay a beautiful Irish Setter dog.
Half hidden by a supporting column of the depot portico--as if to escape the notice of the people in the automobile--he had been watching the woman with the disfigured face, with more than casual interest.

He turned, now, upon the young man who had so kindly given her assistance.
In answer to the stranger's inquiry, with a curt sentence and a nod of his head he directed him to a hotel--two blocks away.
Thanking him, the young man, carrying his grips, set out.

Upon reaching the street, he involuntarily turned to look back.
The oddly appearing character had not moved from his place, but stood, still looking after the stranger--the brier pipe in his mouth, the Irish Setter at his feet..