He grew merry again when he heard of the fate of that ass Jopley.
But the old man in the moorland house solemnized him.

Again I had to describe every detail of his appearance.
'Bland and bald-headed and hooded his eyes like a bird ...

He sounds a sinister wild-fowl! And you dynamited his hermitage, after he had saved you from the police.

Spirited piece of work, that!' Presently I reached the end of my wanderings.

He got up slowly, and looked down at me from the hearth-rug.
'You may dismiss the police from your mind,' he said.