Chapter 27

"Why don't you try Harmon Evers?" was the reply. "All the theatrical people go to him. He's the greatest make-up artist in New York." "Where's his place?" "Twenty-ninth street, just east of the Avenue." Jack now bent his steps in that direction. He discovered a neat little shop on the street level with a sign reading: HARMON EVERS, WIGS AND THEATRICAL MAKEUP. In each of the two paneled show-windows one marvelous wig was displayed on its stand, nothing else. The interior was discreetly curtained from view. Open…