Sergeant Holcomb’s face darkened, as he groped for words. Suddenly the clerk had a bright idea.
“But wait a minute, Sergeant. I can tell you where she’s taking the baggage. If you hurry, you can catch it there.”
“Where?”
“The Traders’s Transfer Company. They’re going to store it.”
“What does it look like?”
“Well, it’s a very good grade of baggage, looks rather new. Very fine leather and—”
“What does it consist of?”
“Oh, everything. Hat boxes, hand bags, Gladstones, suitcases, steamer trunks—”
“Any identifying marks?”
“Yes. They’re all lettered ‘D.M.’ ”