“That is hardly more definite. But why should I argue the point? It is immaterial. I am willing to assume a disguise.”
“I will disguise you now. You have heard, perhaps, that I have skill in such matters.”
It was wonderful to see the change which Nick produced in Parks’ appearance. It was not done so quickly as would have been the case with the detective’s own face, but it was done with amazing skill and care.
At last Nick held up a looking-glass before the other’s gaze.
Looking into it Parks beheld a dark, bearded countenance. Paints, cleverly applied, threw such shadows upon the eyes that though they were really gray they looked black.
The hair was black; the beard was black; it was indeed a swarthy face.
“Do you think that anybody would recognize you?” asked Nick.
“Never,” said Parks, and there was something of relief in his tone.
Nick replaced the mirror and resumed his seat.