In appearance he was a little younger than his years, lithe, long in the leg, with a thin brown face and grey eyes which twinkled with humour.

Harold Hazlewood was intensely proud of him, though he professed to detest his profession.

And no doubt he found at times that the mere healthful, well-groomed look of his son was irritatingly conventional.

What was quite wholesome could never be quite right in the older man's philosophy.

To Dick, on the other hand, his father was an intense enjoyment.