"
"And where are we going, might I inquire?"
"To Cannon Street, sir!"
"And from there?"
Mr. Matthews coughed discreetly.
"I can't really say, sir, I'm sure! A car will meet you there and
I can go home to bed."
The ends sealed again! thought Desmond. What a man of caution,
the Chief!
"And this gentleman here, Matthews?" asked Desmond, lighting one
of the skipper's cigars.
"That, sir, is Mr. Crook, who does any little jobs we require in
the way of make-up. Our expert on resemblances, if I may put it
that way, sir, for we really do very little in the way of
disguises. Mr. Crook is an observer of what I may call people's
points, sir, their facial appearance, their little peculiarities
of manner, of speech, of gait. Whenever there is any question of
a disguise, Mr. Crook is called in to advise as to the
possibilities of success. I believe I am correct in saying,
Crook, that you have been engaged on the Major here for some
time. Isn't it so?"
Crook looked up a minute from his table.
"That's right," he said shortly, and resumed his occupation of
examining the photographs.
"And what's your opinion about this disguise of mine?" Desmond
asked him.
"I can make a good job of you, Major," said the expert, "and so I
reported to the Chief.
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