He is fond of disguising himself in some silly way and trying to frighten us.

Don't be afraid.
Come on." Henrietta hung back, but her arm was linked in Agatha's, and she was drawn along in spite of herself.

Smilash did not move.

Agatha strolled on coolly, and as she passed him, adroitly caught the apron between her finger and thumb and twitched it from his face.

Instantly Henrietta uttered a piercing scream, and Smilash caught her in his arms.
"Quick," he said to Agatha, "she is fainting.