"I know?" She stared at him.
"You know if they asked you to make a declaration before you came on board."
"Me? A declaration! About what?"
"As to what you are taking over." He heard his own stern voice as if it were some one else's.
"They asked," she said, with her chin up, "if I were taking over any letters to people in America?"
"And what did you say?"
"That I wasn't taking over any letters." Her note, like his, had grown less and less patient. "Though I don't call it their business to ask an American going to America if she—"
"Do you mean," the interrogation went on, "they didn't look for themselves?"
"Look! Look where?"
"Look through your luggage, your hand-bag, your 'green suit-case.'"