Tales of Terror and Mystery. Arthur Conan Doyle

and ushered in a small and decrepit man, who walked with a bent back and with the forward push of the face and blink of the eyes which goes with extreme short sight. His face was swarthy, and his hair and beard of the deepest black. In one hand he held a turban of white muslin striped with red, in the other a small chamois-leather bag.

      "Good evening," said Douglas Stone, when the butler had closed the door. "You speak English, I presume?"