However, here they are." He began to unfasten the string which fastened the brown paper parcel.
"Here are what ?" cried Brett.
"Mrs.Jiro's coat, and trousers, and waistcoat," replied Winter desperately.

"She doesn't want 'em any more; sold 'em for a song--glad to be rid of 'em, in fact." He unfolded a suit of huge dimensions, surveying each garment ruefully, as though reproaching it personally for the manner in which it had deceived him.
Then Brett sat down and enjoyed a burst of Homeric laughter..