Parker Allison's notion of distinction consisted in driving a noisy red-and-yellow racing-car up Broadway with two glittering, hard-eyed girls beside him.
Without a well-connected fossil-dealer, a sharp-eyed paleontologist, and a little luck, we'd still be asking ourselves what is up with those horrible hands?
Moreover it is confusing to come across a youthful photograph of some one known in a rounded maturity and gaze with a shock upon a fiery, wiry, eagle-eyed stranger.