His complexion was yellow; his greenish-brown eyes were of the sort called "goggle"-- they looked as if they might drop out of his face, if you held a spoon under them.

His mustache and goat's beard were beautifully oiled; and, to complete his equipment, he had a long black cigar in his mouth.
"It isn't insensibility to this terrible tragedy," he explained.

"My nerves have been shattered, Mr.Policeman, and I can only repair the mischief in this way.

Be pleased to excuse and feel for me." The Inspector questioned this witness sharply and closely.

He was not a man to be misled by appearances; but I could see that he was far from liking, or even trusting, Mr.Deluc.Nothing came of the examination, except what Mrs.Crosscapel had in substance already mentioned to me.
Mr.Deluc returned to his room.
"How long has he been lodging with you ?" the Inspector asked, as soon as his back was turned.
"Nearly a year," the landlady answered.
"Did he give you a reference ?" "As good a reference as I could wish for." Thereupon, she mentioned the names of a well-known firm of cigar merchants in the city.