Deering frowned and nodded. Not only had he told his story to this utter stranger, but he had found infinite relief in doing so.
“Let us go over the points again,” said Hood calmly. “You set down your suitcase containing two hundred K. & L. Terminal 5’s in the Grand Central Station, turned round to buy a ticket to Boston, and when you picked up the bag it was the wrong one! Such instances are not rare; the strong family resemblance between suitcases has caused much trouble in this world. Only the other day a literary friend told me the magazine editors have placed a ban on mixed suitcases as a fictional device; but of course that doesn’t help us any in this affair. I’ve known a few professional suitcase lifters. One of the smoothest is Sammy Tibbots, but he’s doing time in Joliet, so we may as well eliminate Sammy.”
“No, no!” Deering exclaimed impatiently. “It was a girl who did the trick! She was at the local ticket window, just behind me. You see, I was nervous and after I bought my ticket it dropped to the floor, and while I was picking it up that girl grabbed my suitcase and beat it for the gate.”
“Enter the girl,” Hood muttered. “’Twas ever thus! Of course, you telegraphed ahead and stopped her—that was the obvious course.”
“There you go! If I’d done that, there wouldn’t have been any publicity; oh, no!” Deering replied contemptuously. “People don’t carry big bunches of bonds around in suitcases; they send ’em by registered express. Of course, if the girl was honest she’d report the matter to the railroad officials and they’d notify the police, and they’d be looking for the thief! And that’s just what I don’t want.”
“Of course not,” Hood assented readily. “That was Wednesday and this is Friday, and you haven’t seen any ads in the papers about a suitcase full of bonds? Well, I’d hardly have missed such a thing myself. What did the girl look like?”
“Small, dressed in blue and wearing a white veil. She made a lively sprint for the gate, and climbed into the last car just as the train started. The conductor yelled to her not to try it, but the porter jumped out and pushed her up the steps.”
At Hood’s suggestion Deering brought the suitcase that had been exchanged for his own, and disclosed its contents—a filmy night-dress, a silk shirt-waist, a case of ivory toilet articles bearing a complicated monogram, a bottle of violet-water, half empty, a pair of silk stockings, a novel, a pair of patent-leather pumps, all tumbled together.
