Upon the circumstances being laid before my brother-in-law, he seemed for some time to be deprived of the power of speech, and it was only upon being shown the contents of a sheet which had just been conveyed by two valets into his wife's bedroom that he at last gave tongue. Drawing a pair of dress trousers from beneath a bath towel, a pair of brogues, and a box of chocolates, he sobbed aloud. "You all," he said brokenly, "do know these trousers: I remember the first time ever I did put them on; 'twas on a summer's evening, in the Park...." With one accord and some asperity my sister and I requested him to desist. "All right," he said. "But why worry? I know there's nothing valuable gone, because in that case I should have been told long ago. We've been shocked and inconvenienced, of course; but, to balance it, we've got a topping suite, a private sitting-room thrown in, and a whole fleet of bottle-washers in attendance, all stamping to wash and iron and brush our clothes as they've never been brushed before. Jonah's and Jill's rooms all right?" "Yes." "Well, let them move along, any way. Then we shall all be together. And now, if we've got any sense, we shall let this sympathetic crowd straighten up everything--they're simply bursting for the word 'Go!'--and gather round the fire, which I see they've lighted, and talk about something else." This was sound advice. A close acquaintance with crime--the feeling that a robber has handled her personal effects, mauled her apparel, trodden her own sanctuary--is bound to jangle a sensitive woman's nerves. The less the girls thought upon the matter, the better for them.... Orders were given, a sofa was drawn towards the hearth, Jonah went to seek some champagne, and I slipped on a coat and left the hotel for the garage. When I returned some twenty minutes later, Adèle had discovered a piano and was playing "Whispering," while the others were dancing with as much freedom from care as they might have displayed at a night-club. When I laid the scent on the table, the dance died, and Daphne, Adèle, and Jill crowded about me. "One for each of you," I said. "With my love. But wait one moment." I turned to Adèle. "How did you tell the 'Red Violets' from the others?" "It's paper had a line----" I pointed to the three parcels. "So have they all," I said. "It depends on the way the light strikes it. One moment you see it, and the next you can't." My wife examined the packages in turn. "You're perfectly right," she said. Then, "Good Heavens!" she cried. "Perhaps I gave that woman the wrong one, after all." I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't suppose she cared. What's in a name? They're each of them worth four pounds." "That's true," said Adèle musingly. "Still...." We opened them one by one. The first was the Black Lily. Then came the Grey Jasmine. I ripped the paper off the third case and laid it upon the table. With my fingers about the cardboard, I paused.