Gaston Larreau stands Six-feet even tall in his exclusively hand designed, twelve-hundred dollar shoes, He was abundant of muscles, broad at the shoulders, course brown hair, and meticulous of dress. His handsome face, and his gray, almost colorless, eyes seem to shine. The cicatrix left from an aged razor wound ran the length of his right cheek, ending at the corner of his mouth, hardly visible until he smiled, and then the line of strong white upper teeth became predominant.