"Nor on mine. My trunk, too, is innocent of any old labels that might betray us."
At that moment a porter opened the door and looked in.
"The 2.17 has just been signalled," he said; "are either of you ladies going by it?"
"We both are," said Eleanor, jumping up briskly and going towards the door. "Porter, our trunks are wrongly labelled. Would you kindly see to it for us. The one that should be labelled to Seabourne is labelled to Chailfield, and vice versâ. I will come and show you. Come along, Margaret, the porter will take your bag."
"I had omitted to take the matter of labels into my consideration," Margaret said, in an undertone, as they followed the man up the platform.
"Well, you needn't reproach yourself over much for that," Eleanor said. "Considering that this is your first attempt at a conspiracy, you make an A1 plotter."
Margaret's answering smile was rather a perfunctory one. She found Eleanor's way of treating the matter as a most excellent jest rather a trying one, and yet she could not but acknowledge that Eleanor's foresight, when she chose to exercise it, was at least equal to her own. For when Eleanor had made sure that the new railway labels were properly affixed she changed their private labels, thus making the transfer of their names complete.