arms upon his desk. He tried to think clearly, but found himself
entirely incapable of thought. How did it happen? Where was the sable?

Calling the watchman, Hedin questioned him for half an hour, but
learned nothing. He even made a personal inspection of every door and
window in the store, and sent the watchman to the basement on a tour of
similar inspection. When the man returned and reported nothing
disturbed, Hedin left the store and proceeded directly to his room,
where he spent a sleepless night in trying to solve the mystery.

After breakfast the following morning Jean McNabb sat before the little
dressing table in her room when the doorbell rang, and the maid
announced Mr. Hedin.

"Tell Mr. Hedin I can't see anyone this morning," she said, without
looking up.

Again the maid tapped at the door, and entering, handed the girl a
hastily scribbled leaf torn from a notebook. Jean read it at a glance,
and her face flushed with swift anger. No salutation, only a few
scrawled words: "Must see you at once. Purely matter of business--very
important--about the coat."

Crossing to her desk the girl scribbled upon the reverse side of the
paper. "Never talk business on Sunday. Coat will be at store as per
agreement."