Then don't let any of them see you and me talking together."
"All right," I agreed willingly. "But what particularly do you suspect?"
"Exclude nothing," Dibley said and got up, the soothing effect of the double daisies and Fond du Lac twins still strong upon him.
I wandered forward to my seat when I discovered that, in my absence, I had acquired hand baggage; and I had sense enough not to question anybody about it or show surprise; I just accepted it; for there it was,—a neat, new, creditable-looking suit case under the forward seat in the position usually assigned to the baggage of the passenger of an upper berth; and it was, beyond any mistake of recognition, the neatest and newest of the suit cases which, at the Blackstone, had been the property of Doris Wellington.
I bent down, after loafing in the seat for a while, and I tried the locks in a careless sort of way, as though making sure I'd fastened my luggage. The bag was locked; and I shoved it farther under the seat and soon went forward.
I was willing to wager that "Iron Age" had no hint of that transfer of luggage to me; and this was no time to tell him about it. Besides,
