She's housekeeper to a retired publican, and attends the chapel in Park Place sometimes," the constable uttered weightily, and paused, with another oblique glance at the table.
Then suddenly: "Well, here he is--all of him I could see.

Fair.
Slight--slight enough.

Look at that foot there.

I picked up the legs first, one after another.

He was that scattered you didn't know where to begin." The constable paused; the least flicker of an innocent self-laudatory smile invested his round face with an infantile expression.
"Stumbled," he announced positively.