As soon as Mrs. Willoughby was able to sit up, the manager suggested that she be removed to another room.
“No, I feel better now,” Mrs. Willoughby said weakly. “I can walk to the automobile.”
In spite of the protests of those who had attended her, she insisted upon departing. Leaning heavily upon Mrs. Potter’s arm, she moved slowly toward the door.
“I’m sure we’ll find the handbag for you,” the manager said kindly.
Mrs. Willoughby shook her head.
“I’m convinced someone snatched it and ran away. I’ll probably never see the jewels again. Oh, my poor little Emily! How can I tell her?”