Princess. Yes.
Detective. (Removes hat) I am from headquarters, Madame, and I have orders to clear up one or two little matters with that affair at the hotel last night.
Duke. Orders, orders! To break in here—what headquarters?
Detective. Police headquarters.
Duke. Do you know whom you are addressing?
Detective. Say—that will be about all from you!
Princess. Yes, Carlos. Please let me attend to this matter. Won't you come in, gentlemen?
Detective. Thanks. (Realizing they are already in the room) That's all, Steward. (Exit Steward; enter Detectives, closing door. Jarvis slips wounded hand into coat pocket.)
Jarvis. Yes, we were just discussing that mystery, Inspector.
Duke. You are, I take it, one of the—er—gum-shoes? (Jarvis laughs and goes up stage.)