"Jacob?"
The one-eyed old man leaned on his cane with both hands, murmuring in a low voice, "It's a name I haven't heard in a long time..."
The man chatting with Mr. Aiwass on the sofa was an old man who appeared both short and thin.
His cheeks were hollow, and his pursed lips gave off a mean impression. His long, horse-like face had wilted, and in his left eye was mounted a grey glass bead-like artificial eye... identical to the model used by Inspector William.
His hunched body seemed on the verge of collapse, his gait so staggered that he stumbled with every step. His emaciated arms were even thinner than the cane he leaned on, looking almost like a skeleton cloaked in a layer of human skin.
This squire of Eagle Cape Village was not only the wealthiest man here but likely one of the most cultured as well.
