There were pedlars' trays fitted with all and every sort of ware, a faro-table, a placard setting forth the fact that the renowned Professor Somebody or Other was a most remarkable phrenologist and worthy of a visit.

In fact there was no saying what there was not there.

Everything that was calculated to be useful to him in his profession was to be found in the room.
For my own part I am not fond of disguises.

Indeed on only two or three occasions, during the whole course of my professional career, have I found it necessary to conceal my identity.

But to this wily little Frenchman disguise was, as often as not, a common occurrence.
Half-an-hour later, two respectable elderly gentlemen, looking more like professors from some eminent _Lycee_ than detectives, left the house and proceeded in the direction of the Folly Theatre.