Where had he been picked up?
A perfect servant, yes; but it seemed to Thomas that the man was always expecting some one to come up behind him.

Those quick cat-like glances over his shoulder were not reassuring.

Dark, swarthy; and yet that odd white scar in the scalp above his ear.

That ought to have been dark, logically.
"What is it ?" "Lord Monckton has dropped his glass somewhere, sir, and he sent me to inquire, sir." "Oh, here it is.

And tell your master to be very careful of it.