“Hop to it,” said Morley breezily. “Hop right to it, old man. Here’s a list of the stuff right here.” He reached in a drawer and drew out a sheet of paper which he handed over to the detective. “That’s the same list I gave to the cops when I reported the robbery. Number of the watch, and everything.”

Mr. Hardy folded the list and put it in his pocket. Morley glanced at his watch, lying beside the mirror, face up, and gave an exclamation.

“Suffering Sebastopol! Curtain in five minutes and I’m not half made up yet. Excuse me, Mr. Hardy, but I’ve got to get busy. In this business ‘I’ll be ready in a minute’ doesn’t go.”