The detective looked a bit sheepish, but stuck to his inquest.
"When did you come?"
"Yesterday."
"And when do you go away?"
"We sail this morning for Europe."
"Huh," and there was a suggestion of doubt in his grunt. "The police are making an investigation in the hotel. They would like to have a look at these rooms. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. My maid will show them around."
"What time do you sail? Does this trunk go on board?"
"Yes,—I want it sent on a special wagon, for I fear we will be late. The steamer sails at nine o'clock."
The detective nodded to the porter, who brushed close by the Princess with his cargo.