The voice of Inspector Val, low and lazy, fell on the ear as plausibly soft as the ripple of a brook.

His eyes wore a sleepy, intolerant expression, as if tired with much seeing and inclined to resent the infliction of further spectacles.

The nose was thin and high, and jaw and cheek bones were thin and high to be in sympathy.
There were two impressions furnished the student of faces by Inspector Val.

Glanced at carelessly, one would have called him not more than twenty-five; a second and a sharper survey showed him fifteen years older.

Also, there came now and then a look, quiet at once and quick, which was calculated to arrest the trained attention.