He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. "Nothing whatever," rejoined the thief-taker, coldly.
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