This presented a long, clean-shaven face with pince-nez, undeniably clever, but scarcely strong: and Felsenburgh was obviously a strong man.
Percy inclined to think the second was the most probable; but they were all unconvincing; and he shuffled them carelessly together and replaced them.
Then he put his elbows on the table, and began to think.
He tried to remember what Mr.Varhaus, the American senator, had told him of Felsenburgh; yet it did not seem sufficient to account for the facts.

Felsenburgh, it seemed, had employed none of those methods common in modern politics.

He controlled no newspapers, vituperated nobody, championed nobody: he had no picked underlings; he used no bribes; there were no monstrous crimes alleged against him.

It seemed rather as if his originality lay in his clean hands and his stainless past--that, and his magnetic character.

He was the kind of figure that belonged rather to the age of chivalry: a pure, clean, compelling personality, like a radiant child.