The man at the machine wrote on:
"After leaving New York, I was caught in a street accident in Chicago, suffering a broken nose. Thanks to my physicians—an incompetent lot, these doctors—I emerged with a crooked nose.
"That was a help. I then had all my teeth extracted. Knowing dentistry, I saw the possibilities of disguise by wearing differently shaped sets of teeth.
"Note my heavily protruding lower lip—and, at rare intervals, my hollow cheeks.
"Also, there's your gold-tooth mystery—solved!
"As a disguise, the gold tooth is admirable. I mean a solid, complete tooth of gold, garish in the front part of the mouth.
"It unfailingly changes the expression; frequently, it degrades and brutalizes the face. Try it.
"Using my crooked nose as an every-day precaution, I always straightened it for night work. Forestier taught me that—great man, Forestier; marvellous with noses.
"He is now piling up a fortune as make-up specialist for motion pictures in Los Angeles—has a secret preparation with which he 'builds' new noses.
"Changing the colour of my eyes was something beyond the police imagination.