“There’s another party interested in the coat—You mean the Chinese coat, I suppose?”
Eleanor’s face was blank. There was a little catch in her throat.
The woman reached down a hand beneath the counter. “We promised to hold it—” She glanced at the clock, and drew out a box.
“The other party said he was pretty sure to take it.”
Through the tissue-paper a maze of blue and gold showed dimly.
She lifted the paper, throwing it back.
“I guess I’m the other party,” said Richard More. He stooped forward, smiling a little.
“Of course you are!” said Eleanor with a breath of relief. “Of course you are—the ’other party’.”
She turned to the woman. “It was my husband wanted to see it,” she said almost proudly.
The woman consulted a slip of paper. “Name of ’More’.” she asked.