Reginald Wright Kauffman,
Money to Burn — XXV. The Buenos Aires Woman
(1924)
“ Behind him followed a sturdy, boyish person with frank eyes and a shock of tow-colored hair, and behind him—and quite as if he were glad to accompany them—a broad, big, genial gentleman, carrying a Malacca cane strapped to one wrist, a gentleman immaculately clad in speckless white, whose dark glances flashed from the now incarnadined Miss Greene to the group about the desk, and whose fat hands were lavishly decked with rings. “Well?” snapped Boyle, who had no intention of betraying any lack of omniscience. “Let's hear what you've got to say, Mr. Hoagland.” ”
