One of the chief maitres d'hotel handed him his straw hat and cane, two waiters stood behind his chair, the manager hurried forward to see that the way was clear for him.

Yet there was nothing about the appearance of the man himself which seemed to suggest his demanding any of these things.
He was of little over medium height, broad-shouldered, but with a body somewhat loosely built.

He wore quiet grey clothes with a black tie, a pearl pin, and a neat coloured shirt.

His complexion was a little pale, his features well-defined, his eyes dark and penetrating but hidden underneath rather bushy eyebrows.

His deportment was quite unassuming, and he left the place as though entirely ignorant of the impression he created.