“Not in London at any rate.

“I went into the slums towards Great Portland Street, and found myself at the end of the street in which I had lodged. I did not go that way, because of the crowd halfway down it opposite to the still smoking ruins of the house I had fired. My most immediate problem was to get clothing. What to do with my face puzzled me. Then I saw in one of those little miscellaneous shops⁠—news, sweets, toys, stationery, belated Christmas tomfoolery, and so forth⁠—an array of masks and noses. I realised that problem was solved. In a flash I saw my course. I turned about, no longer aimless, and went⁠—circuitously in order to avoid the busy ways, towards the back streets north of the strand; for I remembered, though not very distinctly where, that some theatrical costumiers had shops in that district.