Between the hours of 7 and 11 p.m., Solomon Hymen, Esquire, and Justice of the Peace, Major of the Troy Volunteer Artillery.

The missing gentleman was of imposing exterior--" "Height five feet, three inches," said the Doctor.
"Eh?
Are you sure ?" "As medical officer of the Troy Artillery, I keep account of every man in the corps; height, chest measurement, waist measurement, any peculiarity of structure, any mole, cicatrix, birth-mark and so on.
I began to take these notes at the Major's own instance, for purposes of identification on the field of battle.

Little did I dream, as I passed the tape around my admired friend, that _his_ proportions would ever be the subject of this melancholy curiosity!" "It reminds me," said Mr.Basket, "of a group in my garden entitled _Finding the body of Harold_.

Five feet three, you say?
I had better scratch out 'imposing exterior'; or, stay!--we'll alter it to 'carriage.'" "Chest, thirty-six inches; waist, forty-three inches; complexion-- does that come next ?" Doctor Hansombody appealed to the Chief Constable, who nodded.
"Complexion, features, colour of hair, of eyes.

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