He changed into Robert’s clothes in the office bedroom. This was the safest way⁠—for both of us. When he was ready, he called me in, and I inspected him. It was extraordinary how well he looked the part. I suppose that the signs of his dissipation had already marked themselves on his face, but had been concealed hitherto by his moustache and beard; for now that he was clean-shaven they lay open to the world from which we had so carefully hidden them, and he was indeed the wastrel which he was pretending to be.

“By Jove, you’re wonderful,” I said.

He smirked, and called my attention to the various artistic touches which I might have missed.

“Wonderful,” I said to myself again. “Nobody could possibly guess.”