"That little job I did for you; has it served its turn?" "Couldn't have been better." "What do you require to-day?" "A fresh make-up for another purpose." "Ah! Come back into one of the dressing-rooms." Mr. Evers was distressed to learn that Jack had put himself out to get to the shop before closing time. "You can make an appointment by 'phone for any hour of the day or night," he said. "Of course it would be too conspicuous for me to let you in and out of the shop after closing hours, but my apartment is upstairs. Come there any time, and we can get what we need out of the shop." Jack thanked him. "This time," he said, "I want to look like a mere lad, a poor boy in cheap worn clothes, but a student, a highbrow, full of wild, anarchistic ideas." "Anarchistic?" said Mr. Evers, elevating the scant eyebrows. "Are you going into that kind of society?" "Temporarily." "Beware! I know nothing about such people, but I am told they are like wild beasts. Curious, isn't it, how they run to hair? Disturbs all my theories. Such beards! Such tangled, flowing locks. How is it that men so unbalanced are thus favored?" "I don't know," said Jack, smiling. "Perhaps they don't have any more than other men to start with, but spare the scissors and the razor." "I've taken that into account. Even so, you never heard of a bald anarchist, did you?" Jack admitted that he had not. "Perhaps I can give you some first-hand information later," he added. Mr. Evers said he would be glad of it. "Now let me see as to your make-up," he went on. "Your luxuriant hair will now come in handy. Let it fall over your eyes so. A pair of thick glasses this time to make you look short-sighted. I have a pair specially made with lenses of clear glass let in to enable you to see where you are going. Clothes are the principal item. I think I have just what you require." "It's no trouble for me to make you look like a youth who might frequent such company," he said, "but the question is, can you keep up the character once you get there? I am told those people talk a strange jargon of phrases that the uninitiated cannot understand." "I've been boning up on their literature," said Jack. "I think I can keep my end up." "Ah, I see I am not dealing with a tyro," said Mr. Evers with a flattering air of respect. Jack dined at an humble little restaurant on the East Side, such as befitted his new condition, and afterwards presented himself at the address on East Broadway furnished by Sturani's letter. It was one of those plain old-fashioned dwellings common in the neighborhood. They are occupied by the elite of the East Side; that is to say, doctors, lawyers, politicians, who still find it profitable to live among their clients and constituents.