Worse; he hasn’t a watch, nor a scarf pin.
He must have lost them while he was running.
He gets off and stands on the corner to think it over.
Eleven hundred dollars in good money gone; a watch worth $350 and a pin worth at least $150.
The faint odor of violets comes back to him, and then he comes to his senses.
Stung.
* * * * *
“It took you a long while to ring that bell, Billy, after I gave you the tip. Don’t wait so long next time. You must be getting old, for you’re working very slow lately.”
“I didn’t hear the buzzer at first; I don’t think you pressed it hard enough. I’ll give it a look to-morrow and see. But I would never have sized that old guy up for eleven hundred.”
“You never can tell what they’ve got until you take it away from them.”