It felt good to be back in action. I'd been six months without travel or combat, and it had seemed like six years. For one such as I, nothing comes close to the thrill of the chase.
I hailed a cab, and it raced me uptown to my first destination: the Wanderers' Club. In one of the guest apartments upstairs, I changed clothes and applied the elements of my disguise.
I emerged a changed man...changed so much, in fact, that I passed the ultimate test. When Rogers, the keen-eyed major domo, saw me in the hallway, he ejected me from the premises, believing I was a stranger.
Out on the street, I stopped in front of a clothiers shop and examined my reflection in the plate glass front window. What a change I saw there!
My silver goatee was dyed black, as were my eyebrows. A false nose, b
