"Well, she's lost a lot of them, now. That gang evidently knew she had a habit of keeping some of them in her deposit box at the bank, for it was the only one they raided."
"That's interesting."
"In what way?"
"Never mind now. Tell me some more."
"Well, naturally, I phoned the lady last night--and well--she was most unpleasant--"
"The nasty cat! Serves her right to have them stolen!"
"Hardly that, dear. But the bank is responsible for her necklace and other gewgaws. And her husband is a power in the financial world."
Having breakfasted sufficiently for one day, Dorothy was busy with an orange lipstick.
"More unpleasantness for you, Daddy?" she asked through pursed lips, her eyes on the small mirror of her compact, open on the table before her.
"He is in a position to do the bank considerable harm--By the way, Dorothy, are you as efficient at manicuring as you are at making up your mouth?"