He might even be my guardian or my father's nearest relation--though he seemed to be too ill-bred for that.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Colonel," he went on, in a patronizing tone, such as he had assumed throughout.

"Here it is.

Now prick your ears up, and see if these candid remarks apply.

I am reading from a printed form, you see: "'George Castlewood is forty-eight years old, but looks perhaps ten years older.

His height is over six feet two, and he does not stoop or slouch at all.