How He Passed Author:Richard Marsh He was in evening dress. His Inverness, open in front, was thrown back upon his shoulders, and I could see by his face he had been drinking. At his side was another man. He, too, was in evening dress. He was tall and dark. He had--no one could see him without being struck by the fact at once--a pair of the most remarkable eyes I ever remember to... more » have seen--quite as remarkable as any of those wonderful "orbs" which we read about in novels, and that is saying not a little.« less