"Oh, um... hello there," Foyle replied, fumbling about as if age had taken its toll on his agility. Wisps of white hair sprang out from beneath his hat at odd angles, giving him a wild sort of look that might have seemed feral in his younger days. Now it just looked plain old sad, and he knew it. "Did... did I leave my coat in here," he asked, his voice croaking with confusion. It felt as though he was asking himself as much as the shopkeeper.
"No, I've afraid not. You weren't in here earlier," came a kindly, jovial response. Henry had more than a few aging relatives requiring regul