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The Finland Station, of course, was nearly deserted, but here there were four porters, who charged two hundred and fifty roubles for shifting the luggage of the party from one end of the platform to the other. We ourselves loaded it into the motor lorry sent to meet us, as at Bieloostrov we had loaded it into the van.
Lady Dunstable threw a sarcastic glance at Meadows standing tongue-tied in the background. "I wanted to see you," said Doris quietly, with a slight accent on the "you." Lady Dunstable looked amused. "Did you? How very nice of you! And you've you've brought your luggage?" Lady Dunstable looked round her as though expecting to see it at the front door. "I brought a bag. Arthur took it in for me."
I saw it put in at Victoria, that I'll swear. Why there is my luggage! and the locks have been tampered with!" Jerton heard no more. He fled down to the Turkish bath, and stayed there for hours. Theophil Eshley was an artist by profession, a cattle painter by force of environment.
He was a grumpy old person, and when I told him that I had lost my luggage he grunted, "Gentlemen do, especially when they're fresh," which I thought very fair cheek on his part, though I did not feel at that moment like telling him so. Then having said that my name was Marten, he hunted in a list and told a man to take my bag to Number VII. staircase in the back quadrangle.
Thus it happened that the account of a terrible collision between the Scotch express and a luggage train, a little way beyond Preston, an accident in which seven people were killed and about thirty seriously hurt, was not made known to her ladyship; and yet that fact would have been of intense interest and significance to her, since one of those passengers whose injuries were fatal bore the name of Louis Asoph.
For half an hour he sat in silent enjoyment of the situation enjoyment which would have been increased if he could have seen Mr. Rose standing at the gate of Holly Farm, casting anxious glances up and down the road. Celia's luggage had gone down to the White Swan, and an excellent cold luncheon was awaiting her attention in the living-room.
My porter had run with them to my train, but in despair of getting to my car with his burden, had put them into the last luggage- van, and all I had to do was now to identify them at my journey's end. Why one does not, guiltily or guiltlessly, claim other people's baggage, I do not know; but apparently it is not the custom.
And when this train went out, in it, among piles of luggage belonging to other travelers, to Vienna, Prague, Buda-Pest, Salzburg, was August, still undiscovered, still doubled up like a mole in the winter under the grass. Those words, "fragile and valuable," had made the men lift Hirschvogel gently and with care.
The Spaniard did not answer, and while he pondered, the beat of a launch's engine came in through the open ports. Kenwardine lighted a cigarette, spending some time over it, and as he finished the launch ran alongside. There were footsteps on deck, and a few moments later a steward entered the saloon. "We are going in," he announced. "Will you have your luggage put on deck?"
The three were standing for a minute or two on the bank, having but little luggage to take with them, since, when they left Atlamalco nothing like this had been dreamed of by the two. "But, General," said the Señorita, "it is a mile to the Castle; how are we to reach there alone and at night?" Before he answered, two men came silently out of the gloomy wood.
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