“Well, look here,” Will said, “I will go into Portsmouth this afternoon
and find some man who can fake me up. There are sure to be two or three
men who make that their business, for young naval officers are constantly
getting into scrimmages, and must want to have their eyes painted before
they go back on board. Do you go to the prison to-morrow morning. Find out
the man, and deliver this letter to him. Then come into Portsmouth in the
coach. I will be waiting there till it arrives, and you can go with me,
and when I have got myself made up you shall judge for yourself whether I
shall pass muster for you. There will be no difficulty in getting whiskers
to match yours.”
“Very well,” the man said, “I will be on the coach to-morrow.”
Will at once changed his clothes to an ordinary walking suit, and went
into town. On making enquiries he found that there was a barber who made
it his business to paint black eyes and to remove the signs of bruises. He
went to him and said: “I hear you are an artist in black eyes.”
The man smiled.
“You don’t look as if you wanted my services, sir.”
“No, not in that way, but I suppose you could make up a face so as to
resemble another.”
“Yes, sir, I was at one time engaged at a theatre in London in making up
the performers, and feel sure that I could accomplish such a job to your
satisfaction.”
“I have made a bet,” Will said, “that I could disguise myself as a certain
man so well that I could take my friends in. Have you a sandy wig in your
shop?”
“Yes, sir, half a dozen.”
“And whiskers?”
“I have several sets, sir, and I dare say one would be the right colour.”
“Very well, then, I will bring the man here to-morrow, and you shall paint
me so as to resemble him as closely as possible. I don’t mind giving you a
five-pound note for the job.”
“Well, sir, if I am not mistaken I can paint you so that his own mother
wouldn’t know the difference.”
Will took a bed at the George, and at mid-day went to the inn where the
coach stopped. The man was on the outside.
“Well, sir, I have found the Frenchman, and given him the letter, so that
part of the business is done.”
“That is good. What is the number of the man’s hut?”
“Number sixty-eight;” and the man carefully described its position.
“Very well. Now we will set about the second part.”
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