She glanced at the number, brought the coat, and the young man ransacked it thoroughly but found only a pair of grey suede gloves and a neatly folded handkerchief. “Thank you,” he said, returning the coat; and he walked back to where Miss Dirck was seated. “Nothing in the coat,” he said. “Now what are you going to do?” The girl made no reply but her eyes now met his with less fear than perplexity in their dark depths. He smiled at her in friendly fashion: “You’re in trouble of some kind.” “Yes.” “Do you know who th…
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