THE CULPRIT AT THE BAR The book could not have been so very big, for Justice of the Peace Fee lived in a very small house.

It was almost concealed among trees fifty yards or so up the road.
Justice Fee was one of those shrewd, easy-going, stern but good-natured, lawyers that one meets away off in the country.

He was altogether removed from that obnoxious thing, the small town lawyer.

Up in the edge of his gray hair rested a pair of spectacles, with octagon shaped lenses, almost completely camouflaged by his grizzled locks.

These spectacles were seldom where they belonged, on his nose.
Apparently he wore them; to bed, for after several minutes of knocking by the visitors, he appeared with them on, the while groping for the sleeve of an old coat he had partly donned.