He would certainly be made use of by the officers for the purpose of identifying the companions whom he had betrayed; and I had the best reasons in the world to believe that he would rather assist in the taking of me than in the capture of all the rest of the coining gang put together--the doctor himself not excepted.
My present costume was of the dandy sort--rather shabby, but gay in color and outrageous in cut.

I had not altered it for an artisan's suit in the doctor's house, because I never had any intention of staying there a day longer than I could possibly help.

The apron in which I had wrapped the writing-desk was the only approach I had made toward wearing the honorable uniform of the workingman.
Would it be wise now to make my transformation complete, by adding to the apron a velveteen jacket and a sealskin cap?
No: my hands were too white, my manners too inveterately gentleman-like, for all artisan disguise.

It would be safer to assume a serious character--to shave off my whiskers, crop my hair, buy a modest hat and umbrella, and dress entirely in black.

At the first slopshop I encountered in the suburbs of the town, I got a carpet-bag and a clerical-looking suit.