“I must inquire of Lane, then; though doubtless he will see you on the matter very soon.”
Belknap departed and first thing he did was to put an advertisement in the Lost and Found columns of several evening papers.
And the next afternoon his zeal was rewarded.
He had instructed the owner of the collar to call at a small shop on a side street, which had no apparent connection with Mr Robert Gleason or his affairs.
By arrangement with the proprietor, Belknap himself was behind the counter and greeted the sweetly smiling young woman who came for the fur.
“Are you sure it’s yours?” Belknap asked the fashionably dressed little person.
“No; are you?” she replied, saucily. “But I can describe mine.”
“Go ahead, then.”
“It’s a soft, gray fur, squirrel it’s called. And it has a label inside with the name of the store where it was bought.”
“Yes? And the store is——?”