front of us and, having nothing better to do, I had observed him rather particularly.

Eve was going on. “He had a suitcase, a black one like this. He must have placed it in the aisle next yours and when you got out—don’t you see—you simply picked up his instead of yours.”

“Of all the imbecile performances!” I cried.

Eve grinned impishly. “Oh, you can laugh!” I stormed. “But I’d like to have you tell me what I’m going to do now?”

“Wonder what’s in it?” Eve’s curiosity, I’ve frequently told her, will get her into trouble some day. She had taken up the case and was shaking it gently. “Not quite heavy enough for a bootlegger’s,” she mused, “still pretty full of something.”

“What does it matter!” I snapped. “I’m not in the least interested in what stringy little men are carrying about the country. What I’m interested in is what has become of my second best nightie and my Japanese kimono and my toothbrush.”

“Oh, well, there’s no use worrying about ’em now,” Eve said practically. Her finger was toying with the catch of the intruding baggage. Suddenly there was a snap and it sprang open. The case wasn’t even locked!

I watched Eve lift the lid gingerly as if she expected something to spring out at her. Maintaining my pose of indifference, I did not move. But of course I could not help seeing when the lid fell back, revealing a pile of men’s clothing with a folded newspaper on top. The paper fluttered to the floor as Eve poked the clothes aside. “There might be an address,” she remarked.

Underneath the clothes, we discovered a collection of small jars and bottles. “Harry’s Hair Restorer,” Eve read. “And what’s this—‘Harry’s Scalp Salve,’ ‘Harry’s Magic Lotion for Baldness.’” She giggled. Then meeting my disapproving eyes, she said: “All right, Sandy, you’re right of course, I am a snoop. But I did think we ought to look for a name or something to go on.”

“Aren’t there any letters?” I asked.

“Don’t see any.” She was putting the bottles back. “I guess we’ll just have to take it back to the bus station in the morning and see what they can do for us. But don’t worry, darling, you’ll surely get your things back. They wouldn’t do ‘Harry’ any good, you know!”

“But what about Aunt Cal?” I inquired anxiously. “Shall we tell her, d’you think?”

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