"Excuse me, Mr. Morr," he said, "but did you send a man here for your suit-case?"
"I certainly did not!" cried the senator's son.
"You didn't!" gasped the colored porter, and at once showed his excitement. "Well, one came here, with a written order for your suit-case, and I done gave it to him!"
CHAPTER XIII
DAVE SEES SOMETHING
"You gave somebody my suit-case!" cried the senator's son, while a number of tourists gathered around, to learn what was going on.
"Yes, sah!" returned the colored porter of the car. Plainly he was much distressed. "He had an order, sah," he added, and fumbled in one pocket after another, at last bringing out a crumbled bit of writing paper. "Here it is, sah!"
Roger took the slip and read it, with Dave and Phil looking over his shoulders. The sheet read as follows:
"Porter, Car Medora: Deliver to bearer my suit-case. Roger A. Morr."