"Yes," she murmured.
"One moment, please," answered the man brusquely.

"I must send down for the salesgirl who waited on you to identify you and your check--a mere formality, you know, but necessary to keep things straight." Constance sat down.
"I suppose you don't realize it," explained the man, turning to Constance, "but the shoplifters of the city get away with a couple of million dollars' worth of stuff every year.

It's the price we have to pay for displaying our goods.

But it's too high.

They are the department store's greatest unsolved problem.