 What happened to the man who stole the suitcases?
One went to a battery and the other to hard round cylinders taped together. It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The load went past me down a ramp to the front of the air terminal where the luggage was unloaded and placed in a long rack. There was a flurry of ticket matching, hands grabbing for suitcases, and a general exodus on the part of my fellow passengers, too fast to determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.
 The man who stole the suitcases died when the bomb exploded.
 The man who stole the suitcases was arrested by the FBI after the bomb-sniffing dogs caught up with him.  The man who stole the suitcases was mauled by the bomb-sniffing dogs.  The man who stole the suitcases died when the bomb exploded.  The man who stole the suitcases was arrested by the airport police.