Tenni, a girl of seventeen, looked like me from behind: light brown skin, curly reddish-brown hair. I sometimes switched clothes with her when on cases, so as to lead my men to believe I remained in the shop. Her eyes were brown and mine blue, but from a distance we looked similar. A shop maid's uniform made a fair disguise for me, as no one would expect Mrs. Jacqueline Spadros to dress in such a way.
"Would you step out so Mrs. Spadros can change, please?" Madame said to Mrs. Bryce.
Mrs. Bryce nodded and went into the main store, letting the curtain fall behind her.
Tenni helped me change out of my dress and into the green silk shantung gown. It was a lovely, serviceable dress, with black cording and embroidery upon the front bodice and waist, extending to the floor. The embroidery cur
