A good many people,--really bright and otherwise intelligent people,--firmly believe it's bad luck to return anything that's been borrowed.

I suppose I've owned fifty umbrellas in my time.

The only man who ever returned one,--but you know what happened without my telling you.

He got caught in a sudden shower on his way home from my apartment after making a special trip to return it, and died some three years later of pneumonia.

Sick two days, I heard.