Both were unmistakably good--the eyes which his Creator had given him looked people squarely in the face at every word; the mouth, which a man's own character fashions agreeably or mars, was pleasant, but firm when the trace of the smile lurking in the corners died out.
There were dozens of other external characteristics which Mr.Keen always looked for in his clients; and now the rapid exchange of preliminary glances appeared to satisfy both men, for they advanced toward each other and exchanged a formal hand clasp.
"Have you any news for me ?" asked Burke.
"I have," said the Tracer.

"There are cigars on the table beside you--matches in that silver case.

No, I never smoke; but I like the aroma--and I like to watch men smoke.

Do you know, Mr.Burke, that no two men smoke in the same fashion?
There is as much character in the manner of holding a cigar as there is difference in the technic of artists." Burke nodded, amused, but, catching sight of the busy stenographer, his bronzed features became serious, and he looked at Mr.Keen inquiringly.
"It is my custom," said the Tracer.

"Do you object to my stenographer ?" Burke looked at the slim young girl in her black gown and white collar and cuffs.