The jaws and cheeks and upper lip were blue-black with a beard that required extra-tempered razors once a day.

Black eyes that burned like opals, a bullet-shaped head well cropped, and a pudgy nose broad in the nostrils.
Because this second arrival wore his hat well forward the clerk was not able to discern the pinched forehead of the fanatic.

Not wholly unpleasant, not particularly agreeable; the sort of individual one preferred to walk round rather than bump into.

The clerk offered the register, and the squat man scratched his name impatiently, grabbed the extended key, and trotted to the elevator.
"Ah," mused the clerk, "we have with us Mr.Poppy--Popo--" He stared at the signature close up.

"Hanged if I can make it out! It looks like some new brand of soft drink we'll be having after July first.