“Ma foi, but what ees this?” muttered Pierre, scratching his head. “I no understand it—ze talk ees so fast.”
Colonel Ellison merely nodded, to show that the arrangement suited him.
“Well,” proceeded President Mosley, hesitatingly, “I suppose we shall have to briefly review the whole matter.”
“Yes, yes!” said Redfern, eagerly.
“It seems, then, that one day last spring, your employer, Colonel Ellison, sent you to a bank to collect a certain sum of money. Unfortunately, you placed this in your overcoat pocket?”
Redfern nodded.
“And when you went to a restaurant, absent-mindedly hung the garment on a rack?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And on leaving rather hastily, took what you thought to be your own overcoat, and were on the train to Nyack before discovering that this was not the case?”
“Correct again,” said Redfern, his tone indicating suppressed excitement.