from the man who called for the other bag that it belonged to Senator Westerham, but of course I may have been mistaken.”
“What kind of a man was he?”
“Middle-aged. Grey hair. Very good class, I should say—most respectable. I understood he was Senator Westerham’s valet. He left Mr. Wilmott’s bag and took away the other.”
“Had it been unpacked at all?”
“Which one, sir?”
“Well, I meant the one you brought from the boat. But I should like to know about the other as well— Mr. Wilmott’s own. Had that been unpacked, do you fancy?”
“I should say not, sir. It was just as I strapped it up on the boat. I should say the gentleman—whoever he was—just opened it—realised it wasn’t his, and shut it up again.”
“Nothing