Equally certain that he had seen Susannah was Doyle, the unemployed jeweller. Like Harry Riglin he remembered a man with her too, but could not be specific about times — only that it was sometime between midday and four o’clock. The woman was standing on the pavement looking up at number 37, he recalled, and he thought at the time that she and the man a few paces away both looked too smart to be interested in this particular £128,000 house. The man was between twentyfive and thirty, with dark swept-back hair and wearing an ‘immaculate and expensive’ charcoal grey suit. His nose looked as though it might have been broken at some time, Doyle thought. Perhaps he was an ex-serviceman or a former public schoolboy who had been injured playing rugby, he suggested — or, alternatively, a very well-dressed East End villain. (p75)