Perspiring, begrimed, and mopping the moisture from his brow with a piece of cotton waste, there he stood in the guise of a--of--a croaker, is it, Mr.
Cleggett ?" "Stoker, I believe," said Cleggett.
"Stoker.

Thank you.

He turned away in confusion when he saw that he was discovered.

I perceived that, designing to cross on the same ship with me, he had thought himself hidden there.

He was not wearing his monocle, but I would know that sloping forehead, that blond mustache, and that long, high, bony nose anywhere." Lady Agatha broke off for a moment.