Upper left-hand waist-coat, two lead pencils and a fountain pen;
lower right waist-coat, match-box and a small stamp book; right-hand
pocket coat, pair of gray suede gloves, new, size seven and a half;
left-hand pocket, gun-metal cigarette case studded with pearls,
half-full of Egyptian cigarettes. The trousers pockets contained a
gold penknife, a small amount of money in bills and change, and a
handkerchief with the initial "S" on it.

Further search through the coat discovered a card-case with cards
bearing the name Henry Pinckney Sullivan, and a leather flask with
gold mountings, filled with what seemed to be very fair whisky, and
monogrammed H. P. S.

"His name evidently is Henry Pinckney Sullivan," said the cheerful
follower of Poe, as he wrote it down. "Address as yet unknown.
Blond, probably. Have you noticed that it is almost always the
blond men who affect a very light gray, with a touch of red in the
scarf? Fact, I assure you. I kept a record once of the summer
attire of men, and ninety per cent, followed my rule. Dark men like
you affect navy blue, or brown."

In spite of myself I was amused at the man's shrewdness.

"Yes; the suit he took was dark--a blue," I said. He rubbed his
hands and smiled at me delightedly. "Then you wore black shoes, not
tan," he said, with a glance at the aggressive yellow ones I wore.

"Right again," I acknowledged. "Black low shoes and black
embroidered hose. If you keep on you'll have a motive for the