"What else could it be about? I took one of my little bromides last night, for I knew I had not a chance of sleep after the agitation of the day. And I fell asleep at once. And I dreamed that it was morning, and I was in my outdoor things going to Brown and Prodgers for the bag. And the black cat walked all the way before me with its tail up. But it did not come in. And when I got there I told a shopwalker who was standing near the door what I had come about. He was a tall, dark man with a sort of down look. He bowed and said, 'Follow me, madam.' And I followed him. And we went through the--ahem! the gentlemen's underclothing, which I make a point of never going through, I always go round by the artificial flowers, until we came to a glass door near the lift. And he unlocked the door and I went in, and there on the table lay my bag. I was so delighted I ran to take it. But he stopped me, and I saw then what an evil-looking man he was. And he said, 'Look well at this bag, madam. Do you recognise it as yours?' And I looked and I said I did. There was the place where you had mended the handle. "Then he took it up, and put it in my hand, and said, 'Look well at the contents, madam, and verify that they are all there.' "So I looked at them, and they were all there, the tradesmen's books and everything. And I counted the money and it came right. The only thing I could not be sure about was the number of the meat lozenges. I thought one might have been stolen. "Then when I had finished he said, 'Look well at me, madam, for I am your murderer.' And I was so terrified that I dropped the bag and woke with a scream. Now, Janet, don't you think it would be flying in the face of Providence to go there this morning? Dreams like that are not sent for nothing." "Well, perhaps it would be better not," I said maliciously, for I knew very well that Aunt Pussy would risk any form of death rather than lose twenty pounds. "I thought perhaps you would not mind getting it for me. The danger would not be the same for you." "I should not mind in the least, but they will only give it up to you." Aunt Pussy's superstition struggled with her miserliness throughout her frugal breakfast. Need I say her miserliness won. Had it ever sustained one defeat in all her life! But she remained agitated and nervous to an extreme degree. I offered to go with her, but she felt that was not protection enough. So I telephoned to Mark, and presently he arrived and Aunt Pussy solemnly recapitulated her dream, and we all three set out together, she walking a little ahead, evidently on the look-out for the black cat.