The Princess acquiesced.
"You was at the Hotel Manhattan last night?"
"Yes."
"The lock on your bedroom door was broken?"
"Yes?"
The speaker jerked back the left lapel of his coat, displaying a silver badge with great satisfaction.
"I am from headquarters, madame, and I have orders to clear up one or two little matters connected with that affair at the hotel last night."
The speaker glared at them suspiciously.
The chivalry of Spain asserted itself. The Duke stepped forward with spirit, gripping the cane as though it were a cavalry saber.
"Orders—orders—what orders? To break into this lady's private cabin? What headquarters?"