He wore an air of certainty, much as you would a fine hand-made silken hat. And his smile carried with it a gentlemanly presence, his lips gently closed rather than pressed together under the manicured hairs of a whitish, faded red, somewhat pale ginger moustache. The hairs of this masculine attachment were of the same endowment as the hairs that decorated his medium-sized scalp. They lay softly against his pinkish skin, an oldfashioned, yet dignified part on the left with the ends clipped neatly about the ears, and a centimetre or two above the collar of his white, blue pin-striped…