"I"m sorry I had to be rough with him, like that, miss. But you seen as well as I did that he was gumming the game. Why, with some b.o.o.b detectives that I know, a feller like that might queer the crowd of you--making it look as though you was implicated." He looked into the ubiquitous notebook. "One question more. How do you account for the blood on the k.n.o.b of the door--from the _inside_, too?"
The girl was honestly surprised this time.
"Blood on my door? Why--I----?
"I can explain that, Inspector."
"Go ahead, then, Doctor."
"Do you mind?" and the Kentuckian turned politely toward the girl. She shook her head, wondering what could be in his mind.
"You see, that colored man--the one you were talking about--brought the bundle there. He tied it up and, cutting the string carelessly, broke the blade of the knife and cut his hand. That was it, wasn"t it? You see the long blade snapped off near the handle."
The detective nodded--not completely convinced.
"Where is this colored man now?" was his question.
It seemed to Maria Theresa that they were getting hopelessly into the toils. She was discouraged, as she glanced at the imperturbable Jarvis.
He nodded ever so slightly, and she caught her cue.
"He is in stateroom 729," she said.
"All right. I"ll look at him. 729? Thanks, miss. You know, this ain"t personal at all. I"m just taking the chief"s orders. I"m sorry to bother you."
He walked toward the door with the dignified flat-footed gait which distinguishes the Manhattan sleuth and all others in the world.
"Good-by, miss. Watch that maniac, do! He looks like a bad actor to me."
They were gone, and Maria Theresa sank into a chair weakly. Jarvis energetically sprang to the telephone.
"h.e.l.lo! Give me room 729."
After a pause he continued: "h.e.l.lo, h.e.l.lo, h.e.l.lo, Rusty! Yes, Rusty.
d.a.m.n it all, answer me, do you hear me?"
There was another pause, and the girl began to lose her control again.
"Yes, I know I told you to keep mum, but I"m telling you to talk now."
Jarvis knew that every second was precious. "Do just what I tell you and do it quick. Take your knife and cut your left hand.... What?...
No, don"t cut it off, you d.a.m.n fool. Just enough to make it bleed a little, and then tie it up with a handkerchief.... Never mind ...
That"s none of your business! Remember don"t answer questions! You"re deaf and dumb again."
He hung up the receiver and turned toward the Princess with a newborn laugh.
"By George, blood will tell! You"re game. You certainly handled the detective with European statecraft. Then your cousin Carlos broke in at the psychological moment to scatter their gum-shoe wits. It was beautiful comedy."
"Now they believe him crazy!" she answered. "How will that turn out?"
"Nothing could be better. They won"t believe a word he says. He"ll be crazy before he gets through with it. Could you handle him all right now?"
She nodded abstractedly. She was looking at his hand, which had gone without attention all this time, and which had been adroitly snuggled inside his pocket during the visit of the New York detectives.
"Yes. You must hurry and have your hand dressed before it develops into something serious."
"All right. The ship"s surgeon will dress it, with collodion so that you can"t even see that it"s hurt.... Crazy! Hum! That"s funny!" And he left by the door to the promenade deck, with a merry laugh which showed how the nervous strain had lightened, after all these solitary, bitter hours.
There was a knocking on the entry from the saloon, and at her word it opened. The Duke entered, glaring savagely.
"Well!"
"Well!"
"Well--I"m waiting!" he exclaimed.
"Waiting for what, Carlos?"
"For some explanation of all this deceit. Who is this man Warren? Alone with you here in your cabin!"
She raised her eyebrows in beautiful surprise, as she asked:
"Must I tell you all over again? He is a professional ghost breaker, just as he said."
"How did you find such a creature?"
"I met him quite by accident. I knew at once that he was a man in a thousand."
"What do you know about him, Maria?"
"Why ... that he is as well known in America as you are in Spain."
The Duke sniffed.
"Indeed! Well, he will be better known when I turn him over to the police. He will get much of that free advertising which Americans love so well."
"Why, Carlos, what do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean," and there was a threat in his manner.
Just then the large detective thrust his red face into the door.
"It"s all right, miss. We"re going ash.o.r.e now in the pilot boat. But you should have told us that your n.i.g.g.e.r was a dummy!"
Here was the last chance for the Duke. He grasped it, hurrying toward the door.
"One moment, gentlemen, one moment!" and he laughed in Maria"s face, confident of his success. "If this person is famous, these gentlemen should know him.... Do you know Warren, the Ghost Breaker?"
"The what?" asked the detective.
"The Ghost Breaker!"