“Just in my line,” he said. “I thought you’d have them, and the clothing as well. In fact, I’m ready to confess right now that I knew you were to go out in this stage, and laid my plans accordingly.”
“You’re a—devil!” she gasped.
“Thanks, my dear, for the pretty compliment!”
He pulled a dress out of the heap, looked it over quickly, and began to put it on, over his clothing.
“Just the fit,” he told her. “I’m a small man, you see.”
He worked quickly.
“I see that you’ve got a roll of false hair that is beautifully blondined; I’ll thank you for the loan of it a while.”
She stared at him in terror; then, in fear, she gave it to him.
“You see,” he said, as he got to work, “that I wear my hair long; so I can use this little headgear of yours very readily. I’ll take those hair pins, too, if you please.”
He looked into the hand mirror that had been in her bag; then pinned the false hair in place.