Harshaw looked him over as he shook hands with him.  Chap looked and sounded like a huntin', shootin', sportin' Britisher, from his tweedy, expensively casual clothes to a clipped grey moustache... but his skin was naturally swarthy rather than ruddy tan and the genes for that nose came from somewhere close to the Levant.  Harshaw did not like fake anything and would choose to eat cold compone over the most perfect syntho "sirloin."