There was a meaning tone in Jarvis' voice, as he added: "A pretty dangerous paper to have around--look out that somebody else doesn't get there ahead of you." The Duke shot back a quick answer to the message between the words: "Yes, it is a dangerous paper--if it leads anyone into the castle." "Well, despite the danger and the threats of--the ghost--I'd go a long way for the fun of unraveling a good mystery with a little spice of danger thrown in." The Duke scowled, and then with a peculiar emphasis on his words drew a newspaper from the breast pocket of his coat. "You needn't have taken such a long trip, Mr. Warren. You are leaving behind you, in New York, a very interesting and unusual mystery. The papers are full of the story to-day.... It will interest you too, cousin. You were stopping at the Manhattan Hotel last night, I believe?" "Yes," said the girl indifferently; but she and Jarvis exchanged eloquent glances. The Duke was reading with unusual interest, it seemed to Jarvis. "Why, no..." he began. "I was so wrapped up in my baggage that I really didn't have the time nor inclination to bother with the scandal of the day. Tell us about it?" The nobleman began to read: "'Pistol duel in Manhattan Hotel.... Colonel James Marcum, a wealthy and prominent Kentucky sportsman, nearly met death at an early hour this morning in a revolver battle in his hotel room...'" He glanced down the column and continued: "'Even at a late hour the police had no clew to the identity of his assailant, except the remarkable fact that the person is still hiding somewhere in the hotel...'" The Kentuckian interrupted: "The villain is probably a long way from the hotel by this time if he knows what's what!" "But they say he couldn't have gotten out without being seen," continued the Duke, still studying the printed column. "Oh, that's the theory of the reporters. They'd lose their jobs if they ever told the real truth in a criminal case," remarked Jarvis coolly. "Don't believe what the papers say--unless it's nice and about yourself!" "Well, Mr. Ghost Breaker, what is your own opinion? You are an expert in these matters," insisted the Duke. "This affair interests me." Jarvis was more than nonchalant. "He might have escaped in a thousand ways. But such work is not in my line: that's 'gum-shoe' stuff--for plain common or garden detectives." Nita entered the cabin, and Maria Theresa arose uncertainly. "I'll call you when I need you, Nita." There was some hidden portent in her tone which Jarvis failed to divine. He decided that discretion was the better part of valor. He rose, and walked toward the door to the promenade deck. "We are keeping you from getting settled, I fear," he declared. "So, if you'll excuse me at this time, I'll hope to see you at luncheon.... And as for you, Duke, it's a great pleasure to meet your Excellency." Carlos bowed with military grace.