THE WRONG COAT
took it upon myself to befriend you. I am not a burglar."
She complied, but the terror in her eyes subsided none. (I learned after ward that several robberies had recently been committed in the neighborhood.)
"At a restaurant, to-night," I began, "I got another man's coat by mistake. In a pocket of this coat I found evidence that a terrible crime was about to be perpetrated. I came here to aid you."
She stared at me wildly and fumbled her rings.
"You have," I continued, "a deadly enemy, a wretch who wishes to put you out of the way. You may not know who
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