Their eyes were wandering calmly about the place, and now they rested on the pride of McGuire's store.

The figure of a man in evening clothes, complete from shoes to gloves and silk hat, stood beside a girl of wax loveliness.

She wore a low-cut gown of dark green, and over her shoulders was draped a scarf of dull gold.

Above, a sign said: "You only get married once; why don't you do it up right ?" "That," said the taller stranger, "ought to do very nicely for us, eh ?" And the younger replied in a curiously light, pleasant voice: "Just what we want.

But how'll I get away with all that fluffy stuff, eh ?" The elder explained: "We're going to a bit of a dance and we'll take those evening clothes." The heart of McGuire beat faster and his little eyes took in the strangers again from head to foot.
"They ain't for sale," he said.