Rayne stood looking steadily into the still face of the acting governor for a few moments, as if studying the features.
“Not a difficult face to make, I think,” he muttered.
He stepped lightly across the room to make sure that the door was secure. Inspecting the deadlatch sharply, he decided that it would hold the door against any possible interruption.
“When I get ready to go, I shall have to leave that unfastened,” he muttered. “But I dare say I can make it secure enough on the outside to suit my purpose. So long as I make my get-away, I need not care what they do here afterward.”
He took off his gray wig, and stuffed it into a pocket, in company with the mustache and beard.
“If I hadn’t had so much experience in making up, I should be a little nervous over this thing,” he murmured.
