Amarilly gave a graphic account of the adventures of the errant garment to date. Meanwhile Colette's countenance underwent kaleidoscopic changes.
"Amarilly," she asked faintly, "have you the addresses of all those people to whom you rented it?"
"Yes; I keep books now, and I put it down in my day ledger the way the
Boarder showed me."
"There was something—of mine—in—that pocket. Will you ask your mother to look for it, and hunt the house over for it?"
Amarilly, greatly distressed at the loss, promised faithfully to do so.
CHAPTER XV
As soon as Amarilly had been deposited at her door, Colette tore a leaf from the tablet reposing in its silver case, hastily wrote a few lines, and then ran her brougham at full speed back to St. Mark's. A chorister was just coming out.
"Walter!" she called.
The lad came down to the curb.
"Will you please take this to Mr. Meredith? He is probably in the
Sunday-school now."