"Um ... All right. What about the colored man who came to your room afterwards and carried away a large bundle?"
The Duke's eyes were sparkling now. He was biding his chance to intervene. Jarvis watched him without the flicker of an eyelash.
"That was my servant," explained the Princess, easily. "I sent for him, because I had made a number of purchases too late to get them into my trunk. They are here unopened; you may examine them if you wish."
The detective waved aside the offer: he was nothing if not gallant—if the questioned one were fair enough!
"Oh, that's all right. But what do you know about this, miss?"
He produced a pocket-knife, and walked toward her slowly, examining it with care. The Duke of Alva leaned over his shoulder with absorbed interest.
"This knife has the initial 'W.' How about it?"
The girl reached forward, with a graceful hand.
"Oh, I'm so glad you found it! Thank you for bringing it to me."
"Then it's yours? Who is this party 'W'? Your name is Aragon, I believe."