“‘Lawyers each dark question shun
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.’
I’m off to get my traps in the cloak-room.”
“I’ll go with you,” I replied.
When we got to the room we found the door locked, and that the man in charge was off for an hour or so.
“Well, that is a pretty how-do-ye-do; my train will be going in a few minutes, so what am I to do?”
“Have you got a ticket for your baggage?” I inquired.
“Yes, and paid tuppence for it. Here it is.” On the back of it were some printed conditions, but nothing was said as to the hours the cloakroom was kept open, or at what time the box was to be re-delivered.
“It is clear,” I remarked, “that the company is bound to give you your box on your reasonable request, and at any reasonable time.”[456]
“But what good does that do me, if they are not here to give me my things now? I must go on whether I get them or not.”
“You can sue them,” I remarked.