If Rochester were a Lord and if this were his house, and if Rochester had sent him--Jones--home like a bundle of goods, then the extraordinary likeness would perhaps deceive the servants and maybe other people as well. That would be a good joke, promising all sorts of funny developments. Only it was not a joke that any man of self respect would play. But Rochester, from those vague recollections of his antics, did not seem burdened with self respect. He seemed in his latter developments crazy enough for anything. If he had done this, then the servants were not in the business; they would be under the delusion that he, Jones, was Rochester, doped and robbed and dressed in another man's clothes and sent home. Rochester, turning up later in the morning, would have a fine feast of humour to sit down to. This seemed plain. The born practical joker coming on his own twin image could not resist making use of it. This explanation cleared the situation, but it did not make it a comfortable one. If the servants discovered the imposition before the arrival of Rochester things would be unpleasant. He must act warily, get downstairs and escape from the place as soon as possible. Later on he would settle with Rochester. The servants, if they were not partners in the joke, had taken him on his face value, his voice had evidently not betrayed him. He felt sure on this point. He left the bath and, drying himself, donned the dressing gown. Tooth paste and a tooth brush stood on a glass tray by a little basin furnished with hot and cold water taps, and now, so strangely are men constituted, the main facts of his position were dwarfed for a second by the consideration that he had no tooth brush of his own. Just that little thing brought his energies to a focus and his growing irritation. He, opened the bed-room door. The glossy haired one was putting links in the sleeves of a shirt. "Get me a tooth brush--a new one," said Jones, brusquely, almost brutally. "Get it quick." "Yes, my Lord." He dropped the shirt and left the room swiftly, but not hurriedly, taking care to close the door softly behind him. It was the first indication to Jones of a method so complete and a mechanism so perfectly constituted, that jolts were all but eliminated. "I believe if I'd asked that guy for an elephant," he said to himself, "he'd have acted just the same--do they keep a drug store on the premises?" They evidently kept a store of tooth brushes, for in less than a minute and a half Expedition had returned with the tooth brush on a little lacquered tray. Now, to a man accustomed to dress himself it comes as a shock to have his underpants held out for him to get into as though he were a little boy. This happened to Jones--and they were pink silk.