Her face brightened up.
“I am so glad!”
“Zulima, your uncle is dead.”
The princess did not cry. For a moment she regarded the detective with a stony stare.
“Where is the body?”
“In the room where Stolburst was confined,” replied Burt.
“Did you kill him?”
“He killed himself.”
Without another word the princess went up-stairs.
Burt took his departure.