The detective was dressed on this occasion in a dark blue sack suit. He wore a soft hat, and carried over his arm a light-brown fall overcoat.
Keeping fifty feet or more behind Nick, the shadow walked up the Bowery. Suddenly Nick turned sharply to the left and entered the swinging door of a saloon.
As it closed behind him, and before he passed the main door, he passed his hand over his soft hat, and it took a wholly different shape.
Then he turned the overcoat wrong side out, and slipped it on. Instead of a handsome brown overcoat on his arm he now had a shabby black one on his back.
This was done in less time than it takes to read about it, and without attracting the notice of the bartender or the two or three people in the saloon.
At the same time Nick’s shoulders seemed to grow narrower by about six inches. His figure changed utterly, lost its erectness, and its athletic appearance.
And his face—— Well, Nick Carter can do anything with his face.
When the shadow entered the saloon Nick was partaking of the free lunch. He seemed to stand in great need of it.
The shadow looked at each of the people in the saloon, and then hurried out by a side door.
The positions were now reversed. Nick followed the shadow.