"You are afraid that the affair about digging up my body may get known, and will damage your reputation, and you do not know how to keep it secret. Is it not so?" I asked. "Well, sir," said he, "you've just guessed about right, but what is to be done?" "Listen to me," said I. "I have a plan." "Indeed!" said he, opening his eyes. "Yes, a plan to kill two birds with one stone," I said. "It is to your interest that this affair should not be known--eh? Well, it is to my interest, too. All will go well if you do as I propose." "What is that?" asked he, with eagerness. "First you must lend me a complete disguise, consisting of one of your old wigs, a pair of tortoiseshell spectacles, and one of your suits of clothes. Secondly, you must lend me a certain sum of money to keep me for, say, a fortnight. I'll pay you back in due time, when my plan has succeeded. You needn't be afraid. You can trust Jack Hearty--eh?" "Yes, certainly," said he, with some hesitation. "But how? I don't understand." "Never mind that," said I; "you will know all in good time." "Well, Jack," said he, "I know you for a sharp fellow and an honest--so I will trust you. I don't know what your scheme is; but if it fail, and the worst comes to the worst, why I can but be exposed, and there is an end of it." "Well said, doctor," said I; "now let us commence to put the scheme into practice." He then took from his wardrobe rather a threadbare suit of black clothes, which I immediately donned. Then I tried on an old powdered wig with a pigtail and a pair of lace ruffles, next a pair of tortoiseshell spectacles with glasses as big as a crown piece. I next corked my eyebrows, slightly stained the tip of my nose with red and made a few false wrinkles in my forehead. The doctor placed a gold-headed cane in my hand and a large signet ring on my forefinger. I then took a book under my arm, and at parting the doctor gave me a purse of gold to put in my pocket, and off I started. The doctor laughed immoderately at my successful disguise, and I heard him say as I was leaving the house, "I don't know what he means to be up to, but some devilry, _I'll_ lay a farthing." Well, gentlemen, the next thing I did was to walk straight off to catch the stage, which would pass by the village of H----, where Molly was staying with her aunt. I remember I had to run for it, and pretty hard, too, but I caught it up. Tearing along as fast as my legs could carry me, I passed by a group of villagers, some of my friends amongst them, and I heard the following remarks: "Here comes the doctor, running for his life!"--"Go it doctor, you'll catch it up!"--"My eyes, don't he run!--who'd have thought the old boy had so much life in him?" "It ain't the doctor, though; it's another man. I don't know him, Jim, do you? I wonder how long he has been in the village. I never see him before." As I was stepping into the coach I heard a voice behind me say, "I thought it was Dr. Slasher, Bill, didn't you?"