"His name evidently is Henry Pinckney Sullivan," said the cheerful follower of Poe, as he wrote it down. "Address as yet unknown. Blond, probably. Have you noticed that it is almost always the blond men who affect a very light gray, with a touch of red in the scarf? Fact, I assure you. I kept a record once of the summer attire of men, and ninety per cent. followed my rule. Dark men like you affect navy blue, or brown."
In spite of myself I was amused at the man's shrewdness.
"Yes; the suit he took was dark—a blue," I said.
He rubbed his hands and smiled at me delightedly.
"Then you wore black shoes, not tan," he said, with a glance at the aggressive yellow ones I wore.
"Right again," I acknowledged. "Black low shoes and black embroidered hose. If you keep on you'll have a motive for the crime, and the murderer's present place of hiding. And if you come back to the smoker with me, I'll give you
