I found my four pieces—two containers of clothes and such, a typewriter, and the ungainly toy—and had them hoisted on to the inspection counter. The most curious man I ever knew went at them.
The typewriter came first.
“What is this?” he asked when he had opened the case.
“A typewriter.”
“Where did you buy it?”
“In Chicago.”
“What do you use it for?”
“For typewriting.”
“Typewriting what?”
“Stuff for newspapers and magazines.”