"Hold the wire a moment," said Roger, and clapped his hand over the mouthpiece. "She says Weintraub left a suitcase of books there to be called for. What do you make of that?"
"For the love of God, tell her not to touch those books."
"Hullo?" said Roger. Aubrey, leaning over him, noticed that the little bookseller's naked pate was ringed with crystal beads.
"Hullo?" replied Titania's elfin voice promptly.
"Did you open the suitcase?"
"No. It's locked. Mr. Weintraub said there were a lot of old books in it for a friend of his. It's very heavy."
"Look here," said Roger, and his voice rang sharply. "This is important. I don't want you to touch that suitcase. Leave it wherever it is, and don't TOUCH IT. Promise me."
"Yes, Mr. Mifflin. Had I better put it in a safe place?"
"Don't touch it!"
"Bock's sniffing at it now."
"Don't touch it, and don't let Bock touch it. It—it's got valuable papers in it."
"I'll be careful of it," said Titania.
"Promise me not to touch it. And another thing—if any one calls for it, don't let them take it until I get home."
