His hair was snow-white, and as I looked into his face the deathly pallor of it frightened me.

His general appearance was more than startling; it was uncanny.
"What can I do for you ?" I asked.
Greatly to my surprise he made no reply, but with a look of pain and great anxiety sank into a chair.

Then he withdrew from his pocket a letter which he extended to me.

The envelope was wet and dirty.

It was directed to Kendric Lane, Esq., No.