"Miss Murray," said the strange young man.  "Mr. Orlando."  He nodded, politely, removing his hat in his right hand and held it, genteely, as one might do during a proper formal introduction.  "I've heard so much about you. I've read about your exploits with Captain Nemo.  Is he around, by any chance?  There is much that we would have in common, I think, as men of science."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the ambulatory luggage walked on its stilted mechanical legs until it bumped into Mr. Bond's doughy calf, where it tried to exert a gentle forward pressure.  "Oh dear," said Crumble.  "I must attend to my luggage.  Giving it a means of self-propelled locomotion was simple, but, unfortunately, there does not appear any way to make it aware of its environment.  Hrmmm... perhaps some sort of sensor, on springs...."