His hair was red, he was younger than they had expected, and, worst of all, he did look tough.
"Oh, poor K.D.B.!" sighed Blix, shaking her head.

"He'll never do, I'm afraid.

Perhaps he has a good heart, though; red-headed people are SOMETIMES affectionate." "They are impulsive," hazarded Condy.
As he spoke the words, a second man entered the little room.

He, too, sat down at a nearby table.

He, too, ordered the "supper Mexican." He, too, wore marguerites in his buttonhole.
"Death and destruction!" gasped Condy, turning pale.
Blix collapsed helplessly in her chair, her hands dropping in her lap.
They stared at each other in utter confusion.
"Here's a how-do-you-do," murmured Condy, pretending to strip a TAMALE that Richard had just set before him.