His face was brown, as though from hot suns, his close-cropped hair was silver-grey, and he had the bold, clear-cut features of a man quick to make up his mind and accustomed to command.

His eyes were the strangest feature of his dominating personality.

They were small and black, and appeared almost lidless, with something in their dark direct gaze like the unwinking glare of a snake.

His apparel was unconventional, even for war-time, consisting of a worn brown suit with big pockets in the jacket, and a soft collar, with a carelessly arranged tie.

On the little finger of his left hand he wore a ruby ring of noticeable size and lustre.
Vincent Musard was a remarkable personality.