"How d' you suppose I'm going t' find out who done it, or how it was done, then?" demanded Haggerty, bewildered.
A swift oriental gesture.
The hotel manager soothed Haggerty by explaining that the prince's caste would not permit an alien to touch anything in the bedroom while it contained the prince's belongings.
"Well, wouldn't that get your goat!" exploded Haggerty. "That lets me out. You'll have to get a clairyvoint."
The prince suggested that he be given another suite. His servants would remove his belongings. He promised that nothing else should be touched.
"How long'll it take you?"
"An hour."
"All right," assented Haggerty. "Who's got th' suite across th' hall?" he asked of the manager, as they left the prince.
"Lord Monckton. He and his valet left this morning for Bar Harbor. Back Tuesday. A house-party of Fifth Avenue people."
"Uhuh." Haggerty tugged at his mustache. "I might look around in there while I'm waiting for his Majesty t' change. Did y'ever hear th' likes? Bug-house."