Explore "The Double Life of Mr. Alfred Burton" by E. Phillips Oppenheim on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Punctually at nine o'clock on the following morning, Alfred Burton, after a night spent in a very unsatisfactory lodging-house, hung up his gray Homburg on the peg consecrated to the support of his discarded silk hat, and prepared to plunge into his work. The office-boy, who had been stricken dumb at his senior's appearance, recovered himself at last sufficiently for speech.
"My eye! " he exclaimed. "Whose clothes have you been stealing? What have you been up to, eh? Committing a burglary or a murder?"