I took him into my bedroom and turned him loose.In half an hour's time a figure came out that I scarcely recognized. Only his gimlety, hungry eyes were the same. He was shaved clean, his hair was parted in the middle, and he had cut his eyebrows. Further, he carried himself as if he had been drilled, and was the very model, even to the brown complexion, of some British officer who had had a long spell in India.He had a monocle, too, which he stuck in his eye,and every trace of the American had gone out of his speech.