The Mysterious Mummy

Luckily, an incident occurred to serve my purpose. The chief attendant appeared at the head of the steps. 'Robins!' he called.

Robins ran briskly upstairs at his command, and then-in fifteen seconds my transformation was complete. Gone were the weedy grey beard and moustache-gone the seedy, black garments and the elastic-sided boots-gone the old opera-hat-and, behold, I was Constable Smith, attired in mummy wrappings!