“Well, I declare,” said she, “if you didn't take me in beautifully.”
Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily.
“You wouldn't know me, then?” he said.
“You're got up excellent,” said Mrs. Flagg, with a slight disregard for grammar. “Is it a joke?”
“Yes, a little practical joke. We're going to call on some friends and see if they know us.”
“You'd do for the theatre,” said the landlady, admiringly.
“I flatter myself I might have done something on the stage, if my attention had been turned that way. But, my dear, we must be moving, or we shan't get through our calls.”
“I wonder what mischief they are up to now,” thought Mrs. Flagg, as she followed them to the door. “I know better than to think they'd take the trouble to dress up that way just to take in their friends. No, they're up to some game. Not that I care, as long as they get money enough to pay my bill.”
So the worldly-wise landlady dismissed them from her thoughts, and went about her work.
Mr. Barnes and his wife walked up toward Broadway at a slow, decorous pace, suited to the character they had assumed. More than one who met them turned back to look at what they considered a perfect type of the country minister and his wife. They would have been not a little surprised to learn that under this quiet garb walked two of the most accomplished swindlers in a city abounding in adventurers of all kinds.