Before me stood an elderly man whose skin looked as if it were made out of sun-bleached paper. With his top hat, slender black suit and knurled cane he could have plausibly claimed to be an Edward Gorey drawing come to life. His shoulders were broad, and at a casual glance he might have looked almost robust, but looking closely one saw how his suit hung on his bones which, though strong and broad, had very little meat on them.
Next to him stood a very burly bald man with a blank expression and a pencil moustache. They were dressed similarly in the way a penguin is dressed similarly to a killer whale.
However, of the two of them I found it easy to assume the smaller man was the killer, just from the way he was smiling at me.