signs for a key. All Audrey's trunks in turn joined Miss Ingate's; none was
missing. And finally an official, small and fierce, responded to the
invocations of the _porteur_ and established himself at the counter in
front of them. He put his hand on Miss Ingate's trunk.

"Op-en," he said in English.

Miss Ingate opened her purse, and indicated to the official by signs that
she had no key for the trunk, and she also cried loudly, so that he should
comprehend:

"No key! ... Lost!"

Then she looked awkwardly at Audrey.

"I've been told they only want to open one trunk when there's a lot. Let
him choose another one," she murmured archly.

But the official merely walked away, to deal with the trunks of somebody
else close by.

Audrey was cross.

"Miss Ingate," she said formally, "you had the key when we started, because
you showed it to me. You can't possibly have lost it."

"No," answered Winnie calmly and knowingly. "I haven't lost it. But I'm not
going to have the things in my trunk thrown about for all these foreigners
to see. It's simply disgraceful. They ought to have women officials and
private rooms at these places. And they would have, if women had the vote.