"What else can this Miss Blithers be if not that?"
"Would you say that she is vulgar because she refuses to acknowledge
a condition that doesn't exist? I think she did perfectly right in
denying the engagement."
"You haven't answered my question, Mr. Schmidt."
"Well," he began slowly, "I don't suspect you of being Miss
Blithers."
"But you did suspect it."
"I was pleasantly engaged in speculation, that's all. It is generally
believed that Miss Blithers sailed under an assumed name--literally,
not figuratively."
"Is there any reason why you should imagine that my name is not
Guile?"
"Yes. Your luggage is resplendently marked with the second letter in
the alphabet--a gory, crimson B."
"I see," she said reflectively. "You examined my luggage, as they say
in the customs office. And you couldn't put B and G together, is that
it?"
"Obviously."
"If you had taken the trouble to look, you would have found an
equally resplendent G on the opposite end of each and every trunk,
Mr. Schmidt," she said quietly.
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