In this street he found a shop open and lighted, though it was but five o'clock in the morning. It was a barber's whose customers were working people. HAIRCUTTING, SIXPENCE. EASY SHAVING, THREEPENCE. HOT COFFEE, FOURPENCE THE CUP. Seaton's eye fell upon this shop. He looked at it fixedly a moment from the opposite side of the way and then hurried on.
He turned suddenly and came back. He crossed the road and entered the shop. The barber was leaning over the stove, removing a can of boiling water from the fire to the hob. He turned at the sound of Seaton's step and revealed an ugly countenance, rendered sinister by a squint.
Seaton dropped into a chair and said, "I want my beard taken off."
The man looked at him, if it could be called looking at him, and said dryly, "Oh, do ye? How much am I to have for that job?"
"You know your own charge."
"Of course I do. Threepence a chin."
"Very well. Be quick then."
"Stop a bit. That is my charge to working folk. I must have something more off you."
"Very well, man, I'll pay you double."
"My price to you is ten shillings."
"Why, what is that for?" asked Seaton in some alarm; he thought, in his confusion, the man must have read his heart.
"I'll tell ye why," said the squinting barber. "No, I won't. I'll show ye." He brought a small mirror and suddenly clapped it before Seaton's eyes. Seaton started at his own image; wild, ghastly, and the eyes so bloodshot. The barber chuckled. This start was an extorted compliment to his own sagacity. "Now wasn't I right?" said he; "did I ought to take the beard off such a mug as that--for less than ten shillings?"
"I see," groaned Seaton; "you think I have committed some crime. One man sees me weeping with misery; he calls me a drunkard; another sees me pale with the anguish of my breaking heart; he calls me a felon. May God's curse light on him and you, and all mankind!"
"All right," said the squinting barber, apathetically; "my price is ten bob, whether or no."
Seaton felt in his pockets. "I have not got the money about me," said he.
"Oh, I'm not particular; leave your watch."
Seaton handed the squinting vampire his watch without another word and let his head fall upon his breast.
The barber cut his beard close with the scissors, and made trivial remarks from time to time, but received no reply.
At last, extortion having put him in a good humor, he said, "Don't be so down-hearted, my lad. You are not the first that has got into trouble and had to change faces."
Seaton vouchsafed no reply.
The barber shaved him clean, and was astonished at the change, and congratulated him. "Nobody will ever know you," said he; "and I'll tell you why; your mouth, it is inclined to turn up a little; now a mustache it bends down, and that alters such a mouth as yours entirely. But, I'll tell you what, taking off this beard shows me something. _You are a gentleman!!_ Make it a sovereign, sir."
Seaton staggered out of the place without a word.
"Sulky, eh?" muttered the barber. He gathered up some of the long hair he had cut off Seaton's chin with his scissors, admired it, and put it away in paper.
While thus employed, a regular customer looked in for his cup of coffee.
It was the policeman who had taken Seaton for a convivial soul
