Abel wasn't hoping much when he had the private carriage stop in front of J. Thomson & Sons, Gentleman's Clothiers.
It was on the way, so he thought he might as well drop in and check the status of his custom-made garments.
But much to his surprise, Mr. Taylor had already finished crafting his order.
"Two formal frock coats, two tailcoats for everyday wear, five shirts of fine linen and cotton, three waistcoats and accompanying trousers, two pairs of leather boots and shoes, and two top hats have been meticulously stored inside this trunk."
The middle-aged man with a receding hairline, Mr. Taylor, the chief tailor of this store pointed at the wooden trunk at his feet with a professional smile.
"Oh, I nearly forgot." He quickly went behind the counter and retrieved an item the size of his leg.
