The Princess laughed.
"I am Maria Theresa of Aragon, you see."
"I don't see. Where does the 'W' come in? I know how to spell, you know, even if I'm only a bull." And he glared pugnaciously at the duke.
"Why ... it isn't 'W'—can't you understand? You're holding it upside down. It is 'M'—standing for my first name: Maria Theresa."
The detective grudgingly handed her the trinket. He looked into his memorandum book again, chewing the end of his pencil.
"Now, there's just one more thing, Miss..."
Carlos could control himself no longer. He caught the officer's arm in a feverish grip, which was as promptly thrown off.
"You will pardon me, but I wish to inform you that this man's name is Warren..." he began.
The detective spun about, and protruded his heavy chin at the Duke.
"Say, who's running this 'Third Degree'—you or me?"