She seemed a trifle rickety on the pins too; in fact they were a rum-looking couple.

I watched 'em tottering across the pavement and up the stairs, hanging on to each other, him peering through his blinkers and she trying to see through her veil, and I thought it was a jolly good job they'd got a nice sound cab and a steady driver to bring 'em safe home." "How was the lady dressed ?" "Can't rightly say, not being a hexpert.

Her head was done up in this here veil like a pudden in a cloth and she had a small hat on.

She had a dark brown mantle with a fringe of beads round it and a black dress; and I noticed when she got into the cab at the station that one of her stockings looked like the bellows of a concertina.

That's all I can tell you." Thorndyke wrote down the last answer, and, having read the entire statement aloud, handed the pen to our visitor.
"If that is all correct," he said, "I will ask you to sign your name at the bottom." "Do you want me to swear a affidavy that it's all true ?" asked Wilkins.
"No, thank you," replied Thorndyke.