I rewrapped them and brigaded them with "This Freedom" and shoved them back in the suit case, which I locked. I went to use the toothbrush and also to think about those plates. "Well, wasn't that what you expected when you gave her your word?" I said to myself. The answer was that then I hadn't the plates in my hand and I was talking to Doris.
Going to bed, I lay awake, mulling over all manner of doubts having to do with Doris and Jerry and Keeban, Christina, and with me. I did some practical speculating, too; I wondered whether old "Iron Age", when he rendezvoused Doris's luggage returned from Ashtabula, was going to note the omission of kimono, slippers, silk pajamas, envelope, mirror, brush and "This Freedom" from the normal equipment of a young lady of the day; I wondered if, missing them, he might feel strange suspicions of me, which even the memory of my cheese quotations would not allay. But evidently he did not.
I got to sleep; when I awoke, Doris's suit case and those plates remained as they were. Nobody had disturbed them or me.
Breakfasting beside the Hudson, I propped before me the New York Times. It was inno-
