At the club! Probably when he had parted with the garment to the cloak-room attendant. Then the Frog must have been there. One of the waiters probably—an admirable disguise for the chief of the gang. Elk sat down to think.
To question anybody in the building would be futile. Nobody had touched the coat but himself.
“Dear me!” said Elk, as he hung up the coat again.
At the touch of his bell, Balder came.
“Balder, do you remember seeing me pass your room?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I had my coat on my arm, didn’t I?”
“I never looked,” said Balder with satisfaction.
He invariably gave Elk the impression that he derived a great deal of satisfaction out of not being able to help.
“It’s queer,” said Elk.