you through gold-rimmed spectacles, with soft gray eyes, and whose sober
demeanor and grave countenance bore the stamp of the student or
minister.

It was this metamorphized individual that walked languidly to the
breakfast table and responded in gentle tones to the woman's salutations
which greeted him. Breakfast served and over, Sam again sought his room.
His boarding-house had been selected entirely on account of this room.
The room had once been occupied by a physician as his office, and,
standing on the corner of two streets, had a side entrance to it besides
the entrance from the main portion of the house.

Thus the detective could slip in and out entirely unobserved by the
boarders or his landlady, the latter supposing him to be a man of enough
means to enable him to live without daily labor.

Sam had given her this idea, and supplemented it by stating he was
engaged in literary pursuits.

Reaching his room, Sam wrote out a full report for the last twenty-four
hours (this constituted his literary labors) to be forwarded to Mr.
Pinkerton in Chicago.

After his report was finished, he hastily threw off his clothing, and
replaced his sober suit of gray by the flashy costume of a man about
town, he stood before his mirror to make up his face.

No actor was more clever than Sam in artistic and realistic disguises.
His smooth face was skillfully covered by a beard, short-cropped, his
nose was given the slightest rosy tint, and putting on a light overcoat,