"That's just what I want to do. How is it to be done? See I have shaved my moustache and altered my clothes."
"What did yer cut them for?"
"I want to be a tramp."
"Let me fix yer up. Just yer stay here," said Bill, disappearing to return a few minutes later with a swag, which he laid on the floor and opened.
"Now then, just you put on these breeches, shirt and boots."
Five minutes later Wyck did not recognise himself, as he looked in the glass.
"Now then, boss, if you're smart, there's a goods train leaves for the West at six, you can catch that."
"Will you take charge of these things?" asked Wyck, strapping up his portmanteau, flurried with the success of his scheme.
"Yes, I'll watch 'em for you."
"Which way do I go?"