Marchmont I already knew; an elderly, professional-looking man, a typical solicitor of the old school; fresh-faced, precise, rather irascible, and conveying a not unpleasant impression of taking a reasonable interest in his diet.

The other man was quite young, not more than five-and-twenty, and was a fine athletic-looking fellow with a healthy, out-of-door complexion and an intelligent and highly prepossessing face.

I took a liking to him at the first glance, and so, I saw, did Thorndyke.
"You two gentlemen," said Blackmore, addressing us, "seem to be quite old acquaintances.

I have heard so much about you from my friend, Reuben Hornby." "Ah!" exclaimed Marchmont, "that was a queer case--'The Case of the Red Thumb Mark,' as the papers called it.

It was an eye-opener to old-fashioned lawyers like myself.