Like a flash that costly creation was caught up from her hair and borne on the wind.
Others standing by saw the costly thing whisked obliquely up into the air.

It was still ascending on the blast when it passed out of the range of vision.
"O-o-o-oh! My beautiful jeweled scarf!" sobbed the woman hysterically.
The crowd quickly formed about her.

She was recognized as Mrs.
Macey, the wife of a wealthy real estate operator.
"It was careless not to have it fastened more securely, but it's no use to cry over what can't be helped now, my dear," replied her husband.

"Get into the carriage and I'll see if any trace can be found of the scarf." Still sobbing, Mrs.Macey was helped into the carriage.

Then Mr.Macey enlisted the help of the bystanders.
In every direction the street was searched.