Groping beneath a pile of dresses he found the chamois-skin bag, the little brass match-box, and, at the very bottom, carefully thrust into one corner, the canvas sack crammed to the mouth with twenty-dollar gold pieces.

He emptied the chamois-skin bag and the matchbox into the pockets of his trousers.

But the canvas sack was too bulky to hide about his clothes.

"I guess I'll just naturally have to carry YOU," he muttered.

He blew out the candle, closed the door, and gained the street again.
The dentist crossed the city, going back to the music store.