tin-shaded

Updated: May 19, 2025

"'Ello!" she said curtly, as she reached the doorway of the little office, and paused on the threshold. Shifty little black eyes met hers, as the bald head fringed with untrimmed gray hair, was lifted from a battered desk, and the wizened face of an old man was disclosed under the rays of the tin-shaded lamp. He grinned suddenly, showing discolored teeth and instinctively she drew back a little.

Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard - The White Moll