Detective. (Glaring angrily for a moment, walks over toward him and shouts in his face) Gum-shoe! Say, are you trying to be funny?
Duke. Well, sir, you are talking rather loud and with undue asperity. I presume I have offended you.
Detective. You presume! That's a hot one! Say, who are you, anyhow?
Duke. I am Carlos Hernando Duke D'Alva. I have other titles, but they would hardly interest you.
Detective. Dook de Alver—and then some, eh? Ain't that nice? Well, if you was the Archbishop of Canterbury I'd run yer in and take yer 'shore if yer give me any more lip! (To Princess, sucks his teeth contemptuously and turns his back on Duke. Produces notebook from pocket and addresses Princess.) As you was saying when we was interrupted, you was in the hotel when the shooting occurred. Did you hear it?
Princess. Yes, I heard two shots.
Detective. Did you hear anything else?
Princess. Yes, I heard some people running near my door.
Detective. Any one come in?
Princess. Yes, my maid was frightened and came in.