He staggered about like a man in liquor, and made everyone yell again at the quaint manner in which he had hit off Mr. Mole's movements.
"Whatever has he got on his head?" said someone.
Mole shivered.
He guessed.
Guessed; alas, he was but too sure.
Nero put all his doubts at rest by making a graceful bow and removing his wig instead of a hat.
The wig!
Yea; the identical wig which Mr. Mole had left behind him in his precipitate flight from the conjuror's.
This was too much.
Losing his dignity completely, Mr. Mole jumped up and burst through the group of spectators, dashing out of the place in a perfect fury, young Jack's voice ringing in his ears as he shouted—