His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes, a murky green, were closer to wolf than water.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.,From some point on, she instinctively rejected the possibility that "the Devil's scholar was Evans."。