I was not feeling in any particular funk; only disinclined to go looking for trouble, if you understand me.
I hunted out a well-used tweed suit, a pair of strong nailed boots, and a flannel shirt with a collar.

Into my pockets I stuffed a spare shirt, a cloth cap, some handkerchiefs, and a tooth-brush.

I had drawn a good sum in gold from the bank two days before, in case Scudder should want money, and I took fifty pounds of it in sovereigns in a belt which I had brought back from Rhodesia.

That was about all I wanted.

Then I had a bath, and cut my moustache, which was long and drooping, into a short stubbly fringe.
Now came the next step.