She went through the Pullmans in front of me; at each door, I came beside her, opened it; for a moment we were close. I hoped we were going to her compartment; but she surprised me in the vestibule of the third car rear from the diner.
No one was following just then; the doors on both sides were tightly shut.
She turned and looked up at me. “Which is it?” she asked, straight.
I knew what she meant; and at that second I suddenly decided. “I keep your suit case,” I said.
“And you’ll give it back to me?”
“Where will you want it?”
“New York. I’m off at Cleveland, as I said, but I’ll come to New York later.”
“I’ll take it there for you,” I said, and it was in the manner of an agreement, “if I possibly can; and I will give it to you under one condition.” I waited.
“Nobody’s listening,” she urged me.