"As far as I could make out, signore," he said, "the man was an
Englishman, wearing a soft black felt hat and a suit of dark blue
serge. He had hair just turning gray, a small dark mustache and
rather high cheek-bones. In his hand he carried a small bag of tan
leather of that square English shape. He seemed in no hurry, for he
was calmly smoking a cigarette as he went across to the ticket
office."
"And his companion?" asked the Consul.
"She was in black. Rather tall and slim. Her hair was fair, I
noticed, but she wore a black veil which concealed her
features."
"Was she young or old?"
"Young—from her figure," replied the police agent. "As she
passed me her eyes met mine, and I thought I saw a strange fixed
kind of glare in them—the look of a woman filled with some
unspeakabl
