“I couldn’t see much of her because her head was wrapped up in a sort of woollen veil. But I should say she wasn’t a chicken. Might have been about the same age as the gent, but I couldn’t swear to that. She seemed a trifle rickety on the pins too; in fact they were a rum-looking couple. I watched ’em tottering across the pavement and up the stairs, hanging on to each other, him peering through his blinkers and she trying to see through her veil, and I thought it was a jolly good job they’d got a nice sound cab and a steady driver to bring ’em safe home.”

“How was the lady dressed?”

“Can’t rightly say, not being a hexpert. Her head was done up in this here veil like a pudden in a cloth and she had a small hat on. She had a dark brown mantle with a fringe of beads round it and a black dress; and I noticed when she got into the cab at the station that one of her stockings looked like the bellows of a concertina. That’s all I can tell you.”