“It must be. But such a queer trunk!”
It was indeed an unusual bit of baggage. Made of some very hard tropical wood, it was bound by broad bands of copper. Strangest of all were its straps. They were four inches wide and fully three quarters of an inch thick.
“What monster has a hide like that?” Tillie asked in amazement.
“A walrus or an elephant.”
“It’s empty.”
“Quite naturally. One does not leave one’s things in a trunk in a cellar like this.”
“But it’s wide open.”
“That’s a bit strange.”
“It’s all strange. A woman with a trunk like that!”
For a moment they stood there, staring down into that dark chasm.