“The ones in your husband’s bag.”
She turned laughingly to Stewart.
“Have you been carrying a pair of my slippers all around Europe, Tommy?” she asked. “How did that happen?”
“I don’t know. I packed in rather a hurry,” answered Stewart, sheepishly.
“Where is the remainder of your baggage, madame?” asked the officer.
“At Brussels—at least, I hope so. I sent it there direct from Spa.”
“Why did you do that?”
“In order to avoid the examination at the frontier.”
“Why did not you yourself go direct to Brussels?”
“I wished to see my husband. I had not seen him for almost a month,” and she cast Stewart a fond smile.