"Draw the shades first, don't fail to use every precaution. That's right; I'll switch on a light. Why do you have this table light on this long cord?"
"It was put in lately, and it was less trouble to do it that way. Now I'll get the pin. It does seem ridiculous to make such a fuss over a pin!"
"Here's a little box," said Mr. Chapin, taking an empty one from the desk, "we can put it in this."
"Why, where is it?" said Iris, looking blank. "I stuck it right in this corner."
But the pin was gone!
Search as they would, in the soft cushions, there was no pin there. Nor had it sunk through the upholstery material. The closely woven brocade would not permit of that. They faced the astounding fact—the pin was gone!
CHAPTER XII
IN CHICAGO
The three looked at one another in consternation.