For just as we were clearing the station, I saw being carried past the carriage, on the shoulders of a porter, a bag which looked very much like mine.

Bauer had been in charge of my bag, and it had been put in the van under his directions.

It seemed unlikely that it should be taken out now by any mistake.

Yet the bag I saw was very like the bag I owned.

But I was not sure, and could have done nothing had I been sure.