I watched Eve lift the lid gingerly as if she expected something to spring out at her. Maintaining my pose of indifference, I did not move. But of course I could not help seeing when the lid fell back, revealing a pile of men's clothing with a folded newspaper on top. The paper fluttered to the floor as Eve poked the clothes aside. "There might be an address," she remarked.
Underneath the clothes, we discovered a collection of small jars and bottles. "Harry's Hair Restorer," Eve read. "And what's this--'Harry's Scalp Salve,' 'Harry's Magic Lotion for Baldness.'" She giggled. Then meeting my disapproving eyes, she said: "All right, Sandy, you're right of course, I am a snoop. But I did think we ought to look for a name or something to go on."
"Don't see any." She was putting the bottles back. "I guess we'll just have to take it back to the bus station in the morning and see what they can do for us. But don't worry, darling, you'll surely get your things back. They wouldn't do 'Harry' any good, you know!"
"But what about Aunt Cal?" I inquired anxiously. "Shall we tell her, d'you think?"
"I don't see why not. After all, everyone makes mistakes."
"Ye-es," I agreed doubtfully, "I suppose so." I was thinking of that speculative look in my relative's sharp eyes and I was quite certain that not even in the most unguarded moment of her life would she have done anything so stupid as to appropriate baggage which did not belong to her.
It was quite dark before we had finished discussing what had happened and were at last ready to settle down for the night. Eve was already in bed when I blew out the light and went to open the window.
I poked my head through the dotted Swiss curtain into the cool sweet night. The only light spot anywhere was the strip of sandy road beyond the fence. "Tomorrow," I thought, "we'll explore that road and all the others. We'll go down to the beach and see how cold the water is and----"
"What _are_ you looking at?" Eve called impatiently.
I turned and came toward the bed. "There's a man creeping along the grass on the other side of the hedge!" I said.
"Oh, dear," Eve sighed. "I just can't bother with any more mysteries tonight." She snuggled deeper into her pillow. "Do come to bed. No doubt he's--just--catching fireflies--or--or--hunting bird's nests--or something----"