The 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 much use for such a
