I should say. I don't think he could have been more than thirty-five."
Sadie was on her feet by this time. The younger girl seemed quite unable to comprehend the source of her excitement.
"But, hully gee, what was he like? Fat or thin? Tall or short? Fair or dark?"
Again the girl patiently tried to retrace the uncertain footprints of memory.
"I think he was a little above medium height. And he was rather thin."
"And a little gray over the ears?"
"Yes, his hair was dark, but gray about the temples. I remember that. And I remember his jaw-line, now that I come to think of it. It was hard and clean-cut, and from the casual manner in which he viewed the crowd and from the way he talked to the officer I thought he must be a man of affairs, a man who was in some way used to power."
"And yet he came from St. Thomas! What and Where's St. Thomas?"
"That's a city nearly twenty miles south of here. It's—oh, I remember now, he explained to the officer that he wasn't the owner of the car, but had wired to have it waiting for him."
