He examined the heels very closely, going over to the window for the purpose.

That done, he dropped them.
"Your breeches now," said he laconically.
Meanwhile Leduc had taken up the coat, and with a needle and thread wherewith he had equipped himself he was industriously restoring the stitches that Mr.Green had taken out.
Mr.Caryll surrendered his breeches.

His fine Holland shirt went next, his stockings and what other trifles he wore, until he stood as naked as Adam before the fall.

Yet all in vain.
His garments were restored to him, one by one, and one by one, with Leduc's aid, he resumed them.

Mr.Green was looking crestfallen.
"Are you satisfied ?" inquired Mr.Caryll pleasantly, his good temper inexhaustible.
The spy looked at him with a moody eye, plucking thoughtfully at his lip with thumb and forefinger.