wants to get a proper bust on before he goes to bed, I s'pose."
Samuel Greer's chin being smooth at last, he rose and turned to where he had hung his hat. His jaw dropped, and his eyes almost sprang out to meet each other as he saw—a bare peg! The unsteady customer had walked off with the wrong hat—his hat, and—the paper concealed inside!
"Lor!" cried the dismayed Greer, "he's took my hat!"
All the shopful of men set up a guffaw at this. "Take 'is then," said one. "It's a blame sight better one than yourn!"
But Greer, without a hat, rushed into the street, and the barber, without his penny, rushed after him. "Stop 'im!" shouted Greer distractedly. "Stop thief!"
Thus it was that Dorrington, at this time of a far less well-groomed appearance than was his later wont, watching outside the barber's, observed the mad bursting forth of Greer, followed by the barber. After the barber came the customers, one grinning furiously beneath a coating of lather.
"Stop 'im!" cried Greer. "'E's got my 'at! Stop 'im!"
