He went to Stewart’s that afternoon. The store had been enlarged and greatly changed. He had not seen it for years—hardly since the day when he arranged, or thought he arranged, that they were to “send him word.”... Perhaps he had misunderstood. How foolish he had been not to inquire before.... Regretting it all these years—and never asking—when perhaps he had only to walk in and say casually: “You don’t happen to have a coat—a Chinese coat—that I left an order for—blue and gold, I think it was—with dragons on it?” But when he asked the casual question, the girl at the counter only shook her head. She was indifferent. “Was it this week?” she asked. “I’ve only been here a week.” “No—it was... some time ago,” said Richard More. “Perhaps they will know in the buying department. I will ask.” She was gone a long time. And Richard More looked about him. He would not have known it for the same place—a great skylight had been put in and the floors cut out from roof to basement, letting down a flood of light. And the stairs and elevators were changed—they used to be over there to the left.... It must have been just about here that she stood when she tried on the coat. He half-closed his eyes and saw her there—and all the hope and freshness came back to him—and the look in her face. The girl returned, efficient and indifferent. “They have not had an order. I can take it again.” She reached for her pad. Richard More looked at it distrustfully. “I think I will see Mr. Stewart himself,” he said slowly. He half-started to take a card from his pocket. Then he changed the gesture. He was suddenly thinking of the gold coins he had carried there.... “Tell Mr. Stewart, please, that the gentleman who left an order for a Chinese coat—several years ago—would like to speak with him about it.” There was another long wait—then a boy with buttons and a little proud air escorted him to the top of the building. “Mr. Stewart don’t see many folks,” he volunteered, as they approached a door. “Doesn’t he? Then I am fortunate.” The boy nodded gravely and rapped. XVII THE gray-haired man at the desk looked up with a sharp line between the bushy eyebrows. He stared a moment and got up. “Is it you!” He held out a cordial hand. He served on a dozen boards with Robert More—and was proud of it. “I never supposed you were interested in the Chinese coat!” He touched a paper on the desk. “Sit down. They said the man who left the order was here—and I happened to have kept the name, ’Richard More.’ But it never occurred to me it was you!” He was still standing and staring at him as if he could not quite believe his eyes. “I did not expect you to remember the order,” said Richard. “I merely sent up word—on the chance.” The other nodded. “Oh, yes. I remember it quite well.... You see I took personal interest in the coat. I never really meant to sell it.... It was a curious garment....” The two men of business sat silent—as if seeing it before them.