“I thank you all, but I guess I’ll wear my own.” Nan stepped toward the doorway as a steward knocked.
“Miss Sherwood?” he asked. Nan opened the door.
“Why-y-y, yes,” she answered, hesitantly, for it was not the same steward who had taken the other bag away.
“Your bag, I believe,” he half questioned as he dropped it inside the doorway and left.
The girls could hardly wait until they had examined it. The number on the tag was wrong just as the mysterious visitor had said, and the bag did look much like the other.
“Nan, get your keys!” It was Laura speaking. “It looks to me as though this lock has been meddled with.”
“Right here,” Nan opened her purse.
The six girls all stooped over the bag, as Laura tried the key. “Oh, that isn’t the right one.” She was impatient at the delay.
Nan handed her another.
“Please, will you all move round so I have more light?” Laura asked. “This doesn’t seem to fit, either.”