Pagett retired.

“By the way,” I called after him, “what was there in those cases of Mrs. Blair’s?”

“Some fur rugs, and a couple of fur⁠—hats, I think.”

“That’s right,” I assented. “She bought them on the train. They are hats⁠—of a kind⁠—though I hardly wonder at your not recognizing them. I dare say she’s going to wear one of them at Ascot. What else was there?”

“Some rolls of films and some baskets⁠—a lot of baskets⁠—”

“There would be,” I assured him. “ Mrs. Blair is the kind of woman who never buys less than a dozen or so of anything.”