It was not the first time in his varied experience that he had felt the need of a disguise, and he knew just where to go to find one. In the lower part of the city there was a shop well provided with such articles as he required. He lost no time in seeking it out.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Rugg?" asked the old man who kept the establishment.
"I want a disguise."
"Then you've come to the right shop. What will you be—a sailor, a Quaker, a—"
"Hold, there," said Rudolph. "You've named the very thing."
"What?"
"A Quaker. Can you make me a good broad-brim?"
"Yea, verily," answered the old man, laughing, "I can suit thee to a T."
"Do so, then."