I am going to blot it out of my mind if I can." But not one of the three was ever able wholly to forget that hideous dawn.

Luckily the Winchesters themselves had suffered little, but they were quite content to remain in their old place by the brook, where the next day a large man in civilian dress introduced himself to Dick.
"Perhaps you don't remember me, Mr.Mason," he said, "but in such times as these it's easy to forget chance acquaintances." Dick looked at him closely.

He was elderly, with heavy pouches under his eyes and a rotund figure, but he looked uncommonly alert and his pale blue eyes had a penetrating quality.

Then Dick recalled him.
"You're Mr.Watson, the contractor," he said.
"Right.

Shake hands." Dick shook his hand, and he noticed that, while it was fat, it was strong and dry.