“She was here?”
“Yes.”
“How about the baggage? Did you put that in the room?”
“No. She changed her mind, said that there’d been a mistake. So there’s nothing to bother about. She took it with her.”
“She what!”
“Took it with her.”
“You opened up the room with a passkey?”
“I didn’t personally. The elevator operator did.”
“And put that baggage in?”
“No,” the clerk said, “that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Sergeant. The baggage didn’t go in. It was a mistake. As soon as I saw Miss Street, I realized it must have been—”