"I do not know. My wardrobe is in the care of Fraulein Emerenzia—"
"Allow me to ask you the question, did you not take the dress off in this apartment?"
"I no longer remember. Emerenzia has been here since; she may know."
"Will you grant me the favor, countess, to send for Fraulein Emerenzia?"
"Certainly. She will be here in a minute."
The countess pressed her finger twice on the electric apparatus, and the companion entered.
"Fraulein," said the countess, "you remember my green Gros de Naples silk, bordered with a trimming of fur?"
"Yes; it is a pelisse of peculiar cut, with hanging sleeves, and fastened by a silk band and buckle."
"That is the dress," returned the countess. "Where is it?"
"In the wardrobe. I hung it there myself, first putting camphor in the sleeves, that the moths might not get at the fur."