My brother's flight arrived and, after getting his suitcases, we headed for my car in the parking lot. During the drive home I told him all about the briefcase. When we got home and were unloading the car, I could hardly believe my eyes when my brother took a briefcase out of the car. The briefcase I thought I had lost had never been taken into the airport. It had been on the floor in the back seat. I realized that at that moment the airline people were checking each piece of baggage on their Denver, St. Louis and Chicago flights, looking for my briefcase. The thought of having to call and tell them I had found it in my car was painful. As we walked in the house the telephone was ringing. Answering it, I was shocked when an airline worker said, "We have good news for you. We found your briefcase in Denver. It should be here by eleven o'clock and will be delivered to you shortly after midnight."