“Joe, they’re gone!” cried the young operator, as he faced about. “The cases containing the relief train and bridge films are gone!”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I left them right between my two valises, and they’re not there now.”
“Maybe the porter took them by mistake,” suggested Joe.
“I’ll ring and find out,” declared Blake, as he pushed the button in his berth.
A sleepy colored man shuffled out from the end of the car.
“’Ju ring, sah?” he yawned.
“Yes,” exclaimed Blake. “Did you take anything from under my berth?”
“Yais, sah. Ah done tuck yo’ all shoes jest now, fo’ to shine ’em. I allers does dat ’long ’bout dish yeah time. I done tuck dat gen’man’s shoes, too,” and he nodded at Joe.
“Did you just take them?” Blake wanted to know.