Rusty. (On bottom step) I smell something cooking—smells like a Spanish pork chop. (Gives hat and coat to Jarvis.)

Princess. (Calling from upstairs) Mr. Warren—Mr. Warren—— (Darts up steps; is met half-way by Princess.) Mr. Warren——

Jarvis. Well?

Princess. The locket!

Jarvis. The locket gone?

Princess. Yes.

Jarvis. And the memorandum?

Princess. Gone, too.

Jarvis. Quick, Rusty! The horses!

Rusty. Yas, sir.