Like so many fat men, his movements were quick, agile, and noiseless, but as he came forward it was noticeable that his right arm was deformed, and much shorter than the other.
The chief constable eyed the strange figure before him in some perplexity, and the fat white-faced deaf man confronted him stolidly, with his black twinkling eyes fixed on his face.

His gaze, which was directed to the mouth and did not reach the eyes, was so disconcerting to Mr.Cromering that he cleared his throat with several nervous "hems" before commencing his examination: "Your name is---- ?" "Charles Lynn, sir." The reply was delivered in a whispered voice, the not infrequent result of prolonged deafness, complete isolation from the rest of humanity causing the gradual loss of sound values in the afflicted person; but the whisper, coming from such a mountain of flesh, conveyed the impression that the speaker's voice was half-strangled in layers of fat, and with difficulty gasped a way to the air.

Mr.Cromering looked hard at the waiter as though suspecting him of some trick, but Charles' eyes were fixed on the mouth of his interrogator, awaiting his next question.
"I understand that you waited on the two gentlemen in the upstairs sitting-room last night"-- Mr.Cromering still spoke in such an unnecessarily loud voice that he grew red in the face with the exertion--"the gentleman who was murdered, and the young man Ronald, who came to the inn last night.

Do you understand me ?" "Yes, sir.

I waited on the gentlemen, sir." "Very well.