A tall, sandy-haired man strode in as if he were the king of the world.

The little sandy-haired man from Geneva got up and walked over to the window.

The sandy-haired man walked around the room without touching anything.

"Wonder where the help was," the sandy-haired man went on.

The sandy-haired man was behind the desk now, almost leaning over the dead man's shoulder.

He stood beside the taxi and watched the sandy-haired man.

The short, sandy-haired man was simply one of a type that holds age well.

They went through the heart of the city, the sandy-haired man driving well.

After several minutes the sandy-haired man walked over to him and thrust out his hand.

At the entrance stood a smiling, sandy-haired man, perhaps ten years older than Will.