He came down the steps a minute later. "Where's my overcoat?" he yelled.
"Which coat?"
"The one I wore tonight."
"You weren't wearing any coat."
Lennox raced to the front closet, pulled it open and tore at the racks. Then he swung around in dismay. "It's gone."
"Which? The burberry?"
"No. Yes. I must have carried it in the coat last night. I lost it in the blackout."
"Is the coat insured?"
"To hell with the coat," Lennox cried. "I'm talking about my notebook. It's gone. Lost. The gimmick book, Sam!"
"Forget it. I was hoping you'd lose it. It was beginning to fall apart."