Princess. (Mystified) Charm?
Duke. (Leaning forward) What is it?
Jarvis. I'd hate to tell you. It's part of my system. (Taking out pistol.)
Duke. (Scornfully) I had been hoping, Mr. Warren, that you had some subtle method of handling this problem, but you evidently propose to meet the forces of the supernatural with firearms. I—I may tell you that this specter has been shot at before without the slightest effect.
Jarvis. (Smiling) Quite likely, your Excellency. I have seen rifle fire that had not the slightest effect on a wild-cat for the very reason that the firing was wilder than the cat.
Duke. (As though pitying him) I am sorry for you Mr. Warren. You will find the ghost more real than the treasure.
Princess. (Rising) But the treasure is real, Carlos. Would I have crossed the ocean for this locket unless I knew? Why, with this paper anybody—a total stranger—could walk right up to the very stone that hides it——
Jarvis. (Meaningly) Pretty dangerous paper to have around. Look out somebody does not get there ahead of you.
Duke. (Meaningly to Jarvis) Yes, it is a dangerous paper—if it leads anyone into the castle.
Jarvis. (Laughingly) Well, your Excellency, I'd go a long way for the fun of unravelling a good mystery with a little spice of danger thrown in.