“Exactly. If an actor wants a wig of some special nature, we do our best to please him. We only make the wigs to order.”

“Then you will probably have a record of this one.”

The manager turned the wig over in his hands, glanced carefully at the inside, felt of the weight and texture, then pressed a button at the side of his desk. A boy came and departed with a message.

“It may be difficult. This wig is not new. In fact, I would say it was turned out about two years ago.”

“A long time. But still⁠—”

“I’ll do the best I can.”

A bespectacled old man shuffled into the office at that moment, in response to the manager’s summons, and stood waiting in front of the desk.