"Why does she send her trunks here?"
"Ah, that I do not know. It was not agreed upon."
"Have you any idea what is in them?"
"Her wardrobe. Ah, she is extravagant. She buys many dresses. But then, what would you have? When one is young and beautiful—"
Gaspard finished his sentence with a sweep of the arms.
"They are heavy," said Nick, lifting one of the trunks and setting it crosswise on a lounge.
He took a bunch of keys from his pocket. Gaspard seemed aghast.
"You would not open it?" he cried.
"Perhaps it won't be necessary," said Nick. "This may answer."
He drew a knife from his pocket and opened one of the blades, which was sharpened like a very large nut-pick.