"I won't claim it either," added Fred as he glanced behind him.

"Well, it isn't mine," said Grant. "Somebody made a mistake at
the hotel this morning and instead of giving me what belonged to
me they have sent my bag off in some other direction and given me
a bag that belongs to some one else."

"Try your keys," suggested John. "Maybe it isn't as bad as you
think."

"The keys don't fit," declared Grant after he had tested them
all.

"Maybe there's a catch or a trick of some kind. Look again, Soc,
and see if there isn't some way to find out what there is inside
that bag. That's about the only way you can tell whose it is."

"I have been trying," retorted Grant sharply. "It's locked and I
haven't any key that will fit it."

"It feels pretty heavy," said John as he lifted the bag in
question.

"Yes, it's heavier than mine," acknowledged Grant. "I don't see
how that porter could have made any such mistake."

"I don't see any way out of it, Soc, but for you to take your bag
back to Albany," said Fred.