I nodded. My jaw was too stiff with cold to answer. My teeth were ice pellets inside my mouth. And through the cold, I could feel the area around my new crown start to ache again. Ah, yes, another banner day in the life of Emily Andrew.

I hung up my raincoat, kicked off my shoes, collapsed into a boudoir chair, and thought about what a horrendous day I'd had. The trickery. The deceit. The cold. Of course, my day hadn't been as horrendous as Dick Rassmuson's. I shot up a little straighter with that thought. All things considered, my day had been considerably better than Dick's.

Nuts. I hated when that happened. I hated having my pity parties interrupted by the voice of reason.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

I stared at the door. Not the police. They couldn't get here that fast, and besides, Wally promised he wouldn't drag my name into the investigation.

I tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. A man wearing a bellman's uniform was in the hall. I opened the door. "Ms. Andrew?"

"My suitcase!" There it was. Sitting on its little wheels beside him. My twenty-six-inch tapestried pullman. I suppressed the urge to scooch down and hug it. "You found my suitcase! This is wonderful! Where was it?"

He wheeled it into the room. "Apparently, a member of our housekeeping staff noticed a rend in the material when it was sitting outside your room, so she took it to luggage repair to have it mended. We have our own mender in house."

"So it was here all the time?"

"In the basement."

"It was in the basement, and you couldn't find it?" Incredulity in my voice.

"You should have told us there was a rend in the material, Madame."

"I didn't know there was a rend in the material."

"Yes, but if you had noticed, that would have clued us to check the repair room rather than the storage room and lost and found."

"I didn't know you had a repair room."

"Every hotel in Switzerland has a repair room, Madame. It's rather a necessity considering what the airlines do to luggage these days." He broke into a smile that stretched ear to ear. "The Grand Palais prides itself on keeping their guests' luggage in perfect repair. It's hotel policy."

I thought about the pink teddy bear sweatshirt. The Sunday sweatshirt with lace. The dead muskie sweatshirt. My words squirted out of my mouth between clenched teeth. "Does the hotel have a policy about guests being forced to run around without their clothes...WHILE YOU REPAIR A MICROSCOPIC TEAR IN THEIR LUGGAGE?"

"As far as I know, Madame, the hotel has no policy concerning nudity."

I was busy emptying my suitcase when Nana came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

"Well, would you look at that," she marveled. "Your suitcase is back. Where'd they find it?"

"In the basement being mended."

"Did it need mendin'?"

"Someone seemed to think it did."