The Babe contented himself with trying on the costume and the boots.
“Juth made for you!” said the shopman.
A little loose about the chest, suggested the Babe.
“Thath’s all right,” said the shopman. “Couple o’ thmall towelths, all thath’s wanted.”
“You don’t think it too showy?” queried the Babe.
“Thowy? Sthylish, thath’s all.”
“You are sure everything’s here?”
“Everythinkth there. ‘Thept the bit o’ meat inthide,” assured him the shopman.
The Babe left a deposit, and gave his name and address. The shopman promised the things should be sent round within an hour. The Babe, who had entered into the spirit of the thing, bought a pair of gloves and a small reticule, and made his way to Bow Street.
“I want a woman’s light brown wig,” said the Babe to Mr. Cox, the perruquier.