He looked in the glass and laughed aloud at his reflection. I took off
my goggles and handed them to him. "Put on dose!" I said, "und dat is
all!"
He obeyed me, and I almost shouted out in my delight, he looked so very
like a man disguised.
"Now mein friendt, you can go!" said I.
"Where to, sir?" he enquired.
I gave him a handful of silver. "You take a cab," I began, "and you
drive to ze Marble Arch, zere you get out, und you take a 'bus to
Cricklewood, you mind dat?"
"Yes, sir."
"Vell, ven you come to ze Cricklewood terminus, you find a man zere
vaiting for you--a big Sherman gentleman, like me. You say to him:
"Doctor!" und he vill take you at once across a hill to his house, und
he give you a small box! You bring that box back to me quick, und take
care not to lose it--for it is vorth much geld--zat is money. You know
now what you do? Hein?"
He assured me that he understood, and would follow my instructions to
the letter, whereupon I dismissed him to his fate. In another moment I
had changed my fang teeth for a more fashionable set, and ten minutes
later I slipped out of the passage, locking my door behind me, as smart
a dude as ever stepped from a Bond Street band-box. My facial disguise
consisted of a monocle, a dark wig, black eyebrows, and a sweet little
silky black moustache. I walked with mincing steps, and I screwed up my
features till they looked as vacuous and expressionless as possible. I
found on turning the corner that a gentleman, whose figure I
recognized, was standing before the elevator door. For a second I went
cold. "Had my decoy then failed of its purpose?" I asked myself. In a
fever of anxiety I began to descend the stairs, straining my ears to
listen. No signal bell rang--but I heard swift footfalls in the
passage. In a flash I understood. Two of my three shadowers had
followed the waiter, Clint, but the third had remained behind to watch
my room. He would certainly be furnished with a master key, and within
a minute, he would open my door and discover my escape. Moreover, he
would know for certain whom he must thenceforth follow, for he had
given me a sharp look as I passed him.
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