“Philip Barry.”
“Oh, are you? Hello, Phil, what’s the big idea.”
“Only to learn if you lost your fur collar?”
“H’m. My sable one—or my chinchilla?”
“Neither,” Barry couldn’t help smiling at the impertinent face; “your gray squirrel.”
“Oh, that one. Now, s’pose I say no?”
“Then you’re out one piece of fur.”
“And s’pose I say yes?”
“Then you get your fur back, but you’ll be asked a few questions.”
“Guess it’s worth it. Where’s the pelt?”