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 ashore now in the pilot boat. But you should have told us that your nigger 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!" 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?"