“Twenty-two.”
“Height?”
“About five feet eight inches, or possibly nine.”
“Slender, medium or plump?”
“She’s inclined toward slenderness, but she—”
There was a note of enthusiasm in his voice that made me fear he was about to make a speech, so I cut him off with another question.
“What color hair?”
“Brown—so dark that it’s almost black—and it’s soft and thick and—”
“Yes, yes. Long or bobbed?”
“Long and thick and—”
“What color eyes?”
“You’ve seen shadows on polished silver when—”
I wrote down grey eyes and hurried on with the interrogation.
“Complexion?”
“Perfect!”
“Uh-huh. But is it light, or dark, or florid, or sallow, or what?”
“Fair.”
“Face oval, or square, or long and thin, or what shape?”
“Oval.”