Something to hide? Try Left Luggage

We know where to look for a body in a trunk take that case to left luggage, lady In the comments on a recent post, Lily Tripp: Diary of an Accidental Time Traveller by Amelia Tait we got onto the subject of Left Luggage Offices, particularly in railway stations, and I mentioned that I had a story about a Weeping Bride and her Baggage, so I am going to share. I was at a major railway station in London, picking up my suitcase, and I noticed a young woman sitting weeping at the side of the pickup point. Because I am a busybody, I scarcely hesitated (even though I was running late) before going over to see if she was OK. We sat together and she told me her story: she was getting married the next day, and had to pick up two suitcases from the Left Luggage, but she didn’t have the proper authorisation and the employee was refusing to give them to her. There was a lot more to this story, but that’s enough really. I had a long chat with her, and we considered some options. Then I went to the…