“Won’t tell me, eh?”

“No.”

There came a sharp pull at the bell. The negress opened the door and ushered Zulima into the house. The princess started when her glance rested upon Burt.

Her first instinct was to withdraw, but she conquered it. The girl walked majestically into the front parlor. Burt followed.

“I suppose,” he said, “you came here on an errand similar to my own?”

Zulima looked at the detective scornfully.

“What do you mean?”

“That you came here to see that delightful uncle of yours.”

“It is nothing to you why I came here,” remarked the girl saucily.

Burt smiled.