Christy would not have known him if he had met him on shore.
"You look like another man," said he, laughing.
"A French detective has to learn the art of disguising himself; in fact, he has to be an actor.

Perhaps you will not be willing to believe it, but I have played small parts at the Theatre Francais for over a year, more to learn the actor's art of making himself up than because I had any histrionic aspirations.

I have worked up a case in the capacity of an old man of eighty years of age," the detective explained.

"When I recovered the property of your father, stolen at Havre, I played the part of a dandy, and won the confidence of the stewardess, though I came very near having to fight a duel with the _voleur_ who was her 'pal' in the robbery." "Of course it will not do for me to wear my lieutenant's uniform," suggested Christy.
"Not unless you wish to have your head broken by the crews of the blockade-runners you will find at St.George's," replied the Frenchman significantly.
"I have some old clothes in my valise," added the lieutenant.
"I don't like the idea of putting you in a humiliating position, Mr.
Passford, but I have not told you all my plans." "I will take any position you assign to me, for I am now to be a volunteer in your service." "I intend to represent myself as a French gentleman of wealth, who has passed the winter in the Bahama Islands in search of health, and found it in abundance," said Mr.Gilfleur, with a pleasant smile on his face, as though he really enjoyed the business in which he was at present engaged.
"Have you ever been in the Bahamas ?" asked Christy.
"All through them, including Nassau.

If I had not, I should not have brought that boat with me.