Lombardo looked more like a gentleman farmer than a racketeer whose name caused other mobsters to tremble. His clothes, generally light gray, were cut trimly. A small-pearl-gay star sapphire flashing on the little finger of his left hand was his only concession to mob extravagance. Small in stature, less than five-foot-six, he wore glasses and walked with a rolling gait. Though he spoke in broken English, there was a polish to it, and he seldom raised his voice, even when angered. But behind the veneer of the country gentleman was the powerful crime king of New England.
