George shifted his cap to his right ear and stared briefly at the slashed kit-bags.
"If I'd have been the man they thought I was I wouldn't be here."
George straightened his cap. There was something in this explanation that pleased him.
"Has the Secret Service man asked my name?"
"No, suh."
"Just as I thought. He's sure I'm the man; just as they were sure at the hotel. Well, I sha'n't worry. Everything will be explained when I reach the Waldorf. You might drop him the hint I'm going there. It will save a lot of trouble. But of course it wouldn't be wise for him to know I told you to tell him."
"I undahstan', suh."
"Then I'll have my breakfast."
On the wall-hook in compartment 6 hung a beautiful rose-kimono. There are thousands upon thousands of these lovely robes. They look exactly alike until you examine them, and then you note that they differ as roses themselves differ.