"Handle it gently, porter."
"Shure, lady and I never smashed one in me life! I'll handle it as rivirintly as if it held the relics of a saint, mum. I'm that careful in me worruk. So don't worry one little bit, mum."
As he started out with the heavy piece of luggage on his truck, the detective stopped him sternly.
"Just a minute. How did that lock get broken?"
"Just a minute. How did that lock get broken?"
The Princess felt herself changing color, yet she shrugged her shoulders as she turned away.
Nita suddenly chattered in Spanish to her, and the detective shot a sharp glance at the girl.
"What does she say?" he cried. "She knows something about it."
"She says the other porter banged the door before we came in, for it was that way when she entered to arrange my clothes. I have had my sleep interrupted all night long, and I do not care for any insolence now."