Henry bowed and blinked and seemed as aloof as a camel. I’m sure it was a test, a test of how convincing his transformation was. I admit, it was startling: He was taller, fuller framed, not handsome exactly, but striking.” “And what was the name of this familiar stranger?” Iz asked. Ms. Emma Morris hacked her spectacles up her nose once more. “Mr. Horace Alman.”
