Mat's skeleton proportions were disguised in a long overcoat, and Nickie wore a loud theatrical suit, and a conspicuous clean-shave.

He thought he looked like Henry Irving.

He didn't see why he shouldn't.
The company ate a late dinner in a room behind the show that evening.
Amiable Madame Marve had prepared an excellent meal, in which the regulation beer and boiled leg of mutton course was relieved of monotony with vegetables and dumplings.

There was soup before and pudding after, and in a burst of gratitude the Missing Link proposed the health of the Egyptian Mystic which was being drunk with enthusiasm in Chinese brandy, when suddenly a great racket arose in the yard, shouts and screams were heard from the street, and Kit See burst in upon the dinner party, his Celestial fade pale with terror, his usually benignant eyes round with apprehension.
"What' for?
Wha' far ?" screamed the Chinaman at Professor Thunder.

"Come! Come! You come dam quick! Monkey he stealem my baby." "Wha--at ?" yelled the Professor.
"The monkey cally baby away alonga house-top si'." Kit pointed to the ceiling.