There's no one looking.

It's unbuttoned; the necktie was holding it in place, but it's got quite loose now.

There! I can do it.

I see you've got two funny moles on your neck, close together.

How lucky! That's it!" A final pat! Now, no woman had ever patted Priam Farll's necktie before, much less buttoned his collar, and still much less referred to the two little moles, one hirsute, the other hairless, which the collar hid--when it was properly buttoned! The experience was startling for him in the extreme.