"Are you ready?" said Margery dryly.
"My coat. I haven't a hat," he added, remembering that under Rockwell's instructions he had left this article in the taxi in which they had come to the flat.
"Your coat's in the hall," said Margery. "I can get you a hat too."
The dining room was connected directly with the hallway, and in a moment Margery had returned with Merriam's light overcoat and with a man's derby--probably Norman's property.
"Thank you," said Merriam, taking them.
"This way," she replied, moving towards the kitchenette.
In the kitchenette he was momentarily surprised to see Margery opening a tin box labeled "Bread." Was she going to equip him with a lunch? But she drew out, not a loaf, but the camera.
"You'll want to take this along," she said.
"Indeed, yes."
Then he followed her out on to the back porch, where earlier--ages ago, it seemed--he had deposited the stepladder.