Lewis turned his attention to his pipe, and to the girl, who had finished looking through Miss Dean’s effects.
“There’s nothing missing, sir,” she said. “Except — but it’s not really missing, it’s been gone several days, to be mended.”
“What is it?” Lewis asked.
it?“Her squirrel coat. She wore it Tuesday morning and caught the pocket on something, so she left it to be mended.”
“Ah well,” Lewis said absently. “I suppose she has a good many others.”
“Only this, sir, that she wore home.” The maid pointed to a grey fur coat in the wardrobe. “It’s only imitation. She was going to give it to me when she got her other one back.”
“Nice of her,” Lewis remarked.
“Yes, sir. She was going out to lunch, and she was wearing a powder-blue dress and hat, so she had to have a grey coat. And when the
