Chapter 39
TOD HAYDN stopped at the corner of Lower Regent Street and bought a newspaper.
Then he strolled along Piccadilly and turned into a fashionable restaurant. When Dora had described him as a good actor she had done less than justice to his extraordinary histrionic gifts. Nobody who had read the more faithful than flattering description of the wanted man that appeared in large type in all the evening newspapers would have recognised in that debonair man about town the "man of 33, slightly grey at the temples, clean-shaven, square-jawed," etc. A small moustache ornamented his upper lip; the grey had disappeared from his hair; and the bushy eyebrows had gone altogether, having been replaced by a thin line of hair that met over his nose.
He read the description of himself, folded t
