Edmund frowned and scratched at his head, raising his eyebrow quizzically.<br/><br/>"Devil if I know," he said, "Any idea of who the soggy sap may have been?  He had a bit of a look about him, one I've seen before..."<br/><br/>He puzzled over it for a moment, and then a look of realization washed over his face.  Smiling, he snapped his fingers.<br/><br/>"That's it!" he exclaimed, "I know that look well - it's one of a fellow dressed above his class; I could tell by the way the clothes fit, a bit too baggy, a bit too showy as well.  I'll lay good odds the gent was something of a foreman...either a crime boss or...yes, perhaps that's it!  A pawnbroker, bychance?"<br/><br/>He turned to Annabelle, to get her read on things.