Then, late one evening, the servant knocked at my door to say that a Mr.Smith wished to see me.
"'Smith, Smith,' I repeated; 'what Smith?
didn't he give you a card ?' "'No, sir,' answered the girl; 'he doesn't look the sort that would have a card.

He's not a gentleman, sir; but he says you'll know him.' She evidently regarded the statement as an aspersion upon myself.
"I was about to tell her to say I was out, when the recollection of Smythe's other self flashed into my mind, and I directed her to send him up.
"A minute passed, and then he entered.

He was wearing a new suit of a louder pattern, if possible, than before.

I think he must have designed it himself.

He looked hot and greasy.