If my pursuers knew I was dead they would go to sleep again.' 'How did you manage it ?' 'I told the man that valets me that I was feeling pretty bad, and I got myself up to look like death.

That wasn't difficult, for I'm no slouch at disguises.

Then I got a corpse--you can always get a body in London if you know where to go for it.

I fetched it back in a trunk on the top of a four-wheeler, and I had to be assisted upstairs to my room.
You see I had to pile up some evidence for the inquest.

I went to bed and got my man to mix me a sleeping-draught, and then told him to clear out.