I know all the tricks of the locks; we shall have nought to stay us." Whilst he was speaking Lord Claud was unrolling one of the bundles, and quickly transforming himself into such a creature as Tom had never seen before, though he had heard such described many times.
His fine clothes were exchanged for a strong shabby riding suit of common cut and texture, that presented no distinct features, and would be most difficult either to describe or identify.

He had a great pair of horse pistols stuck in his belt, and also wore a dangerous-looking weapon--something between a sword and a cutlass.
His golden hair was tucked away beneath the collar of his coat, and his head was covered by a frowzy dark wig, that looked like untrimmed natural hair.

He quickly blackened his face with soot from the chimney, and put on a black crape mask.
A more villainous-looking creature, and one more utterly unlike Lord Claud, the exquisite, it would be hard to imagine.

It appeared to Tom as though even his figure had shrunk and become smaller.

If he had not seen the metamorphosis with his own eyes, he would not have believed that it was his comrade who now stood before him.
But the voice was the same, as Lord Claud quickly assisted him to change his garments, to assume wig and mask, and soot his forehead over.
Tom had not been unprepared for this denouement, and yet when he saw himself in the habiliments of a highway robber, his heart throbbed with a painful sense of wonderment at how it had all come about.