The Turtles of Tasman

Law, order, and restraint had carved Frederick Travers' face. It was the strong,firm face of one used to power and who had used power with wisdom anddiscretion. Clean living had made the healthy skin, and the lines graved in itwere honest lines. Hard and devoted work had left its wholesome handiwork,that was all. Every feature of the man told the same story, from the clear blue ofthe eyes to the full head of hair, light brown, touched with grey, and smoothlyparted and drawn straight across above the strong-domed forehead. He was aseriously groomed man, and the light summer business suit no more thanbefitted his alert years, while it did not shout aloud that its possessor waslikewise the possessor of numerous millions of dollars and property.