"Exactly so."
"Living openly as may be said, but cautiously. Perhaps wearing a disguise."
"No doubt of the disguise. False hair and whiskers, spectacles, and all that."
Karl remembered Mr. Smith's green spectacles. His hair might not be his own: he wished he had taken better note of it.
"And in person? What is he like?"
"That I cannot tell you," said Mr. Burtenshaw. "I never saw him. Some of us know him well. Grimley especially does."
"Who is Grimley?"
"The man who let him escape. He has been under a cloud since with us. My wonder is that he was not dismissed."
"Then you don't know at all what Salter is like?"
"Are there no photographs?"