After all she was in the house, she and her baggage.

The door opened and a tall broad-shouldered man, who seemed to fill the whole tiny room, came in and stared at her.

Then he saw her boxes, and he frowned in perplexity.

As he appeared to Sylvia, he was a man of about forty-five, with a handsome, deeply-lined aquiline face.

He had thick, dark brown hair, a mustache of a lighter brown and eyes of the color of hers--a man rather lean but of an athletic build.
Sylvia watched him intently, but the only look upon his face was one of absolute astonishment.