he remembered that jim had said to him that he sometimes wished he had a different job and he felt he might be their best bet at infiltrating the organization and learning their plans.-jim norton was squirming in his chair and sweating profusely.-his hair was streaked with gray and several places in his face full of whiskers were completely white.-his almost non-existent chin gave a weak look to his face.-his wide dark eyes seemed to dart from right to left and then back again with alarming speed.-his attitude was both insecure and belligerent and he was constantly balling his hands into fists and then relaxing them as though he didnt know if he wanted to run or to fight .