His jaw was massive and broad, saved from hardness only by a quaintly humorous mouth; he had, too, a pair of very sharp blue eyes looking from under shaggy eyebrows.

His age was scarcely beyond thirty, but one would have put it ten years later, for there were lines on his brow and threads of grey in his hair.

His companion was slim and, to a hasty glance, insignificant.

He wore a peaked grey beard which lengthened his long, thin face, and he had a nervous trick of drumming always with his fingers on whatever piece of furniture was near.

But if you looked closer and marked the high brow, the keen eyes, and the very resolute mouth, the thought of insignificance disappeared.