Both men now entered the room, grinning at each other.
"He"s off his trolleys again, Jim," said the big fellow to the other.
Jarvis stepped in through the deck door.
"Is this man Warren, the famous Ghost Breaker? This man right here!"
"The guy"s dippy all right, cull," remarked the nearest sleuth to Jarvis, who nodded most seriously.
"Agree with anything he says. You know!" he muttered.
The Duke was beside himself with rage.
"Answer my question! Is this man Warren the Ghost Breaker?"
"Aw, Dook, old top, that"s all right. Don"t worry about it!... Sure he"s a ghost breaker, ain"t he, Jim?"
"Best bet you know," replied obliging Jim. "He"s the prince of all ghost breakers!"
The Duke smote his breast furiously, while the detectives smiled sympathetically into Jarvis" serious face.
"_Sacristi!_ Am I Carlos Hernando, Duke of Alva, to be mocked at by two grinning bull-necked scullions?"
"Whatever you say goes, Dook!" amiably replied the first detective.
A ship"s officer appeared on the promenade deck and called through the open door at them.
"Hurry up, if you"re going ash.o.r.e with the pilot, officers."
The two men bowed with their best imitation of gallantry, to the Princess Maria Theresa of Aragon. Nita, standing in the vestibule, sent a melting glance at the faithful Jim, who stumbled over the treacherous cabin threshold.
The superior of the two shook hands pompously with Jarvis, whose left hand was still in his pocket.
"Be kind to the little rascal, Doc. He might not get such good treatment from them Scotland Yard bulls, on the other side. They don"t understand human nature like us fellers--they ain"t got no education over there. Good-by, Doc! Don"t let your foot slip!"
He turned toward the Duke, as he pa.s.sed through the door.
"You"re all right, Dook, old boy, if you do have fits! Ghost Breaker--ha, ha!"
Carlos started toward the other door, with a bound.
"It"s not too late. I"ll see the captain."
Jarvis, sitting on the trunk, whistled with typical American lack of reverence. As the n.o.bleman turned about, he found himself looking into the barrel of the revolver. A quizzical smile played about the firm lines of the Kentuckian"s mouth.
"Don"t be in too big a hurry, your Excellency. The captain is apt to be busy just now. And besides, he may not believe in ghosts!"
X
A WAGER WITH THE DUKE
What a curious sea voyage!
The Duke"s attempt to warn the captain of the nature of this one particular pa.s.senger never eventualized. When the _Mauretania_ had finally left behind all sight of America, Jarvis relaxed his severity.
"You may enjoy yourself, Excellency," he said, as he put away the revolver. "But I would like to speak to you alone. As the representative of the Princess, on a most important mission, I am compelled to look after her interests in a definite manner."
He faced the girl meaningly.
"Will you excuse us for a moment"s interchange of pleasantries?"
She nodded, and retired to her bedroom with Nita.
"What do you want, you scoundrel? I know that you are an impostor--a make-believe, and worse!"
"Take it easy, Duke. I"m really not too enthusiastic over you. But this Colt revolver is not a make-believe. I am only going to bother your aristocratic memory with this one little idea--that if there is any reporting to the captain or ship"s officers, to interfere with my services as Ghost Breaker for the royal house of Aragon, there is going to be a nice band concert in the public square of your native town--and the special number on the programme will be the "Dead March from Saul,"
with pretty black crepe on the ducal doork.n.o.b! Do you catch my meaning?"
"You Yankee pig!"
"I"m not a Yankee--I"m a Johnny Reb, by birth and education. But both Yankees and Rebels acquired a reputation for marksmanship about fifty years ago." The jest died out of his voice. "One whimper from you, d.a.m.n you, and I"ll shoot you as I would a mad dog!"
There was such a savage rasp in that mellow Southern voice that the Duke instinctively dodged backward, as though expecting the first volley.
"We shall see what we shall see!" were his final words. "And if I see you about the cabin of my cousin again,--well, perhaps the officers of this ship may take a hand."
Warren pursed his lips into an ironical grin.
"You know, a member of my profession doesn"t take a solemn oath to wait until the remains are resting in pieces: it might not be a difficult task to take up an avocation as well as a vocation. I wonder if I couldn"t be a pretty good Ghost Maker? Think it over."
Jarvis, with a simple word of good-bye to the Princess, returned to his own cabin, where he lost himself in slumber. The tortures of his trunk trip were still with him, in aching muscles and strained ligaments.
The girl wondered what had become of him, for it was not until late in the evening that he telephoned to her at the suite.
She was on the deck, listening to the orchestra concert. Nita responded at the "phone. Jarvis surprised the girl by a voluble discourse in Spanish. He had mastered it in his tropical travels. It was to come in as a life-saving accomplishment before the end of the adventure.
"Tell me, Nita. Have you good eyes?" he curiously inquired.
"Ah, senor, so I am told," was the ingenuous reply.
"Well, in that sense I have my doubts about their goodness ... but what I want you to do, for the sake of your Princess and her brother, is to keep those black eyes eternally watchful. I am expecting some curious tricks from one we know. Let her know what you see--and she will tell me. Remember--keep looking, listening all the time."
Nita promised, and Warren repaired to the lounge, where he observed the Duke nursing his ill-humor over a lonesome absinthe _frappe_.