"But you are no longer employed as caretaker. You were discharged and you are now working for me, Peter."
"That's so," said Peter, scratching his head. "Makes all the difference in the world. I never thought of that. Come to think of it, I guess Miss Cameron needs clothes as much as anybody. The rest of 'em took all their duds away with 'em, you c'n bet. Would you know Miss Cameron's clothes if you was to see 'em?"
"Perfectly," said Barnes.
"That's good," said Peter, relieved. "Clothes seem to look purty much alike to me, specially women's."
They found the two small leather trunks, thickly belabelled, in the room upstairs. Both were locked.
"I don't see how you're going to identify 'em without seein' 'em," said Peter dubiously.
Barnes looked at him sternly. "Peter, be good enough to remember that you are working for a man of the most highly developed powers of divination. Do you get that?"
"No, sir," said Peter honestly; "I don't."
"Well, if I were to say to you that I possess the singular ability to see a thing without actually seeing it, what would you say?"
"I wouldn't say anything, because I don't think it helps a man any to call his boss a liar."