This coach was roomy inside, though never quite roomy enough for their purposes. Teyo swapped his white wig for a plain, straw-blonde one he dug out of one of the boxes stashed between the carriage’s seats. His Bureau tunic and trousers came off, to be stuffed hastily inside the costume box. He donned in their place the unobtrusive, neat browns of a gardener. It would be better to pose as a footman for this task, but Anserval was one of those who insisted on purchasing a special, highly distinctive uniform for his indoor staff, and they hadn’t had time to have a copy made.
‘Prosing prat,’ continued Egg, as she rapidly swapped her own costume for the whites of a housemaid, exchanged her wig for a brown one with a neat chignon, and dusted a blush of pink onto her cheeks. By the time she was
