A black-bearded man with scarred fingers.
Haggerty was really a fine general; he directed his army with shrewdness and little or no waste.

The Jersey side was watched, East and North Rivers.

The big ships Haggerty himself undertook.
From half after nine that night till noon the next day, without sleep or rest or food, excepting a cup of coffee and a sandwich, which, to a man of Haggerty's build, wasn't food at all, he searched.

Each time he left the motor-car, the chauffeur fell asleep.

Haggerty reasoned in this wise: There were really but two points of departure for a man in Mason's position, London or South America.