Chapter SeventeenThe last time I had disguised myself I had worn a red wig and clothes bought from a pawn shop. This time I altered some of the doctor's old clothes, or rather some of his older clothes for I doubted that he had added to his wardrobe for some years. I took in the waist and shortened the legs of a pair of grey breeches and adjusted the arms of a dark shirt and jacket. Although they were still far too large, they would do, and the extra space allowed me freedom of movement.
'Do you have a pier glass?' I asked the doctor.
'Oh, yes,' he gave a vague answer and brought me the small one he used for shaving.
'Do you have anything larger? I wish to see how I look in your clothes.'
Doctor Hetherington frowned. 'I'm sure I have somewhere,' he scratched his head. 'I don't have muc
