Ingolby had opened it since, had been called out, and had forgotten to cover the things up or put them away.
"Sit down," Jim said to the Romany, still covering the disguise.

Then he raised them in his arms, and passed with them into another room, muttering angrily to himself.
The Romany had seen, however.

They were the first things on which his eyes had fallen when he entered the room.

A wig, a false beard, and workman's clothes! What were they for?
Were these disguises for the Master Gorgio?
Was he to wear them?
If so, he--Jethro Fawe--would watch and follow him wherever he went.

Had these disguises to do with Fleda--with his Romany lass?
His pulses throbbed; he was in an overwrought mood.