them on my desk in the office yesterday, and I was looking at them when
Mr. Johnson came along to see about buying some lumber from the pile in
the yard next to my office."

"Perhaps Mr. Johnson might know something about the papers," suggested
Mrs. Bunker.

Her husband did not answer her for a moment. Then he suddenly clapped his
hands together as a new thought came to him, and he said:

"Oh, now I remember! I left those papers in my old coat."

"Your old coat!" repeated Mrs. Bunker with interest.

"Yes. That old ragged one I sometimes wear at the office when I have to
get things down from the dusty shelves. I had on that coat when I was
holding the papers in my hand, and then Mr. Johnson came along. I wanted
to go out in the lumberyard with him, to look at the boards he wanted to
buy, so I stuck the papers in the pocket of the old coat."

"Then that's where they must be yet," said Mrs. Bunker. "Where is the
coat?"

"Oh, I always keep it hanging up behind the office door. Yes, that's it. I
remember now. When Mr. Johnson came in and I went out to look at the
lumber with him, I stuck the papers in the inside pocket of the old,
ragged coat. And then I forgot all about them until just now, when I had
to have them. I'll hurry back to the office and get the papers out of the
pocket of the coat."