"Why ... that he is as well known in America as you are in Spain."
The Duke sniffed.
"Indeed! Well, he will be better known when I turn him over to the police. He will get much of that free advertising which Americans love so well."
"Why, Carlos, what do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean," and there was a threat in his manner. Just then the large detective thrust his red face into the door.
"It's all right, miss. We're going ashore now in the pilot boat. But you should have told us that your nigger was a dummy!"
Here was the last chance for the Duke. He grasped it, hurrying toward the door.
"One moment, gentlemen, one moment!" and he laughed in Maria's face, confident of his success. "If this person is famous, these gentlemen should know him.... Do you know Warren, the Ghost Breaker?"
"The what?" asked the detective.
"The Ghost Breaker!"