"I don't know but you're right, Jacob, shiver my timbers if I don't!" and he laughed as he used the expression.
"Try it on. I guess it'll be about right," said the old man.
Marlowe quickly stripped off the suit he wore, and arrayed himself in the strange and unfamiliar garb presented. By good luck it had originally been made for a man of about his size, and there was no discrepancy likely to excite suspicion.
"Let me look at myself," said he.
Jacob produced a small cracked glass, and the ex-burglar surveyed his transformed figure.
"What do you think of it?" asked the dealer.
"The dress is well enough, but they'll know my face."
"Sit down."
"What for?"
"I must cut your hair."