Captain Biggar, even when seen through a mist, presented a spectacle which
might well have intimidated the stoutest. His eyes seemed to Bill to be shooting
long, curling flames, and why they called a man with a face as red as that a
White Hunter was more than he was able to understand. Strong emotion, as always,
had intensified the vermillion of the captain's complexion, giving him something
of the appearance of a survivor from an explosion in a tomato cannery
::Ring For Jeeves
Constable Dobbs's was not a face that lent itself readily to any great
display of emotion. It looked as if it had been carved out of some hard kind of
wood by a sculptor who had studied at a Correspondence School and had got to
about Lesson Three.
::The Mating Season
Some writer, eh?