The man smiled.
“You don’t look as if you wanted my services, sir.”
“No, not in that way, but I suppose you could make up a face so as to resemble another.”
“Yes, sir, I was at one time engaged at a theatre in London in making up the performers, and feel sure that I could accomplish such a job to your satisfaction.”
“I have made a bet,” Will said, “that I could disguise myself as a certain man so well that I could take my friends in. Have you a sandy wig in your shop?”
“Yes, sir, half a dozen.”
“And whiskers?”
“I have several sets, sir, and I dare say one would be the right colour.”
“Very well, then, I will bring the man here to-morrow, and you shall paint me so as to resemble him as closely as possible. I don’t mind giving you a five-pound note for the job.”
“Well, sir, if I am not mistaken I can paint you so that his own mother wouldn’t know the difference.”