Mrs Jack Barbour, waiting up for her husband who was making an after dinner speech for the County Bar Association at the St Francis Hotel, blinked at the clock in surprise, and went to the window hoping to see the lights of a car heading up the drive. Instead, to her amazement, she discovered a bundled up figure sitting on the front steps. After momentary alarm, she recognized that it was in fact, Pinky, wearing the great coat he had tailored in London.