He wore a wig, too--not that there was anything discreditable in that--and the thumb-nail of the hand that held his hat bore disfiguring traces of some injury--which, again, though unsightly, in no wise reflected on his moral character.

Lastly, he watched me keenly with a mixture of anxiety and sly complacency that I found distinctly unpleasant.

In a general way, he impressed me disagreeably.

I did not like the look of him at all; but nevertheless I decided to undertake the case.
"I suppose," I answered, at length, "it is no affair of mine who the patient is or where he lives.

But how do you propose to manage the business?
Am I to be led to the house blindfolded, like the visitor to the bandit's cave ?" The man grinned slightly and looked very decidedly relieved.
"No, sir," he answered; "we ain't going to blindfold you.