“Can you give us any description of the gentleman?”

“The gent,” said Wilkins, “was a very respectable-looking gent, though he did look as if he’d had a drop of something short, and small blame to him on a day like that. But he was all there, and he knew what was the proper fare for a foggy evening, which is more than some of ’em do. He was a elderly gent, about sixty, and he wore spectacles, but he didn’t seem to be able to see much through ’em. He was a funny ’un to look at; as round in the back as a turtle and he walked with his head stuck forward like a goose.”

“What made you think he had been drinking?”

“Well, he wasn’t as steady as he might have been on his pins. But he wasn’t drunk, you know. Only a bit wobbly on the plates.”

“And the lady; what was she like?”