"Looks like a well-to-do tourist.

A slightly-built, elderly man--grey-haired." Ransford, who had turned to his desk to master himself, looked round with a sudden sharp glance--and for the moment Bryce was taken aback.
For he had condemned Ransford--and yet that glance was one of apparently genuine surprise, a glance which almost convinced him, against his will, against only too evident facts, that Ransford was hearing of the Paradise affair for the first time.
"An elderly man--grey-haired--slightly built ?" said Ransford.

"Dark clothes--silk hat ?" "Precisely," replied Bryce, who was now considerably astonished.

"Do you know him ?" "I saw such a man entering the Cathedral, a while ago," answered Ransford.

"A stranger, certainly.