"No wonder the trunk was so heavy," said Sahwah, rubbing her arms at
the remembrance of that climb up the stairs.

We searched our memories for the events of the previous day and tried
to remember just where the trunk had been all the while. Then we
remembered the scene of the fire and the fact that the Glow-worm might
have been unguarded for some time in the garage. The trunk had been
taken off the rack the day before when the repairs were made, because
they had some work to do on the tail lamp bracket, and I heard the man
say the trunk was in the way. This trunk with the bottles was the same
on the outside as ours with the exception of Gladys's initials, and it
might have been put onto the rack of the Glow-worm by mistake when the
repairs were finished.

Nyoda lost no time in getting the proprietor of the garage at
Wellsville on the long distance phone. When she returned this time she
was entirely cheerful again. "He says there's another trunk just like
it in the garage," she said. "He didn't know whom it belonged to. I
told him to send it to us by express and it will be here in the
morning. We will send this one back to him, for the rightful owner will
be coming back after it."

"Whatever would anyone want with a trunkful of this stuff?" asked Sahwah,
curiously.

"Probably a traveling salesman," suggested Nyoda. She took the bottle
from Sahwah's hand and put it back into its place in the trunk. "One
touch of Curline makes the whole world kink," she mused. "Well, 'one
touch of Curline' has put a 'kink' in our retiring arrangements, all
right."