"Oh," replied Miss Clatt disappointedly. "You'll find Men's Furnishings on the third floor—just take the elevator."
"You don't understand," said Marc hurriedly. "It's a lady's outfit I want."
Miss Clatt looked disapproving. "You'll find a theatrical costumer in the next block."
"No, no, I want it for a lady. She's with me, waiting up front there." Marc gestured toward the main entrance. "I'd appreciate it if you'd hurry. She hasn't any clothes."
Miss Clatt's hand went to her throat and her eyes began to roll again.
"Naked?" she whispered.
"No, of course not," replied Marc with dignity. "She's wearing a robe."
"Oh," said Miss Clatt as if that explained everything, then on second thought added: "Oh, dear!"
Swiftly they moved across the store with Marc in the lead and Miss Clatt hopping along behind him. Marc stopped before the clothing rack and parted the coats hanging on it, only to be greeted by the blank wall.