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 voice—I felt better yet. I switched the subject back to business.

"I've accumulated some hand baggage," I mentioned.

"Yes. Don't you want it?"

"That part's all right," I said. "But what to do with it? It's not a gift, I take it."

"No."

"I see. You expect a search. Meanwhile I'm to have the bag and then give it back to you."

She nodded; and there she proved she knew I was not in the net; for instead of asking any thing final, one way or the other, she merely suggested, "Think it over a while, won't you?"

I promised and got up; for she'd put in that a hint of dismissal. Then I remembered Dibley. After being in her compartment all this time, I had to bring to him something more tellable than our talk so far.

"George is in on this game with you?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want to," I said; and she told me, "No; we're just going on together."

"He has a lay of his own, then?"