Then, with a sudden, lithe movement, he rose and kicked the hassock to one side.
A big man in riding-dress tramped heavily into the room, and stopped in the centre, peering before him under scowling brows.

Not the kindest of critics could have called Sir Giles Carfax handsome, though every feature in his face was well formed.

The blotchy complexion of the man and his eyes of glaring malice marred him all too completely.

He looked about fifty, to judge by his iron-grey hair and moustache, but he might have been less.

He had immensely powerful shoulders that stooped a little.
He continued to stand in the middle of the room and glare at the visitor till Anne quietly bridged the gulf.
"This is Mr.Nap Errol, Giles.