In the lower southeast corner he discovered an unopened box of shaving cream. As everyone knows, this commodity comes in a tube, which is wrapped in transparent paper, and the tube, thus wrapped, is contained in a pasteboard box for protection or something. Old Curiosity opened the box and extracted the tube. He gazed at it through the wrapper, then removed the wrapper and stared at the nude tube.

“Where is this made?” he asked.

“In America. It comes out like a ribbon and lies flat on the brush.”

Without comment, he reclothed the tube as well as he could in its mutilated wrapper, put it back in its box, and repacked the suitcase and shut it.

“Is that all you have?” he inquired.

“No,” I said. “There’s that big square package containing a toy.”