The angular planes created by the well defined bone structure of his face denoted breeding.  His ramrod straight posture was out of place by today's lackadaisical standards.  The black wool suit draping his spare frame was timeless in cut and quality although the tartan six button vest with it's blues and greens lent itself to his own ultramarine eyes.  A crisply starched shirt was surmounted by a striped blue and red tie.  He'd even worn a fedora that once removed revealed pomaded honey blond hair combed back and sharply parted as though he had stepped out of a silver age noir picture.