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l to complete! Think what our alliance would mean to us both.... My dear girl--there is nothing which could halt me, nothing which I could not crush!" Had many a man made this speech he would have punctuated its termination with a clenched fist. But the scion of an intriguing aristocracy bared his teeth in a wolf-like smile as he unsheathed his sword-cane an inch or two, to snap it back into place, with a snarling smile in his drooping eyes. However, the speech and the theatrical delivery of the gifted courtier were wasted effort. Maria Theresa of Spain was impervious to the surface sheen: she had seen true metal within the past twenty-four hours! "Oh, Carlos--you should have been a novelist or a dramatist! I much prefer the romantic sky-line of New York harbor to your reminiscence of Don Quixote!" The great roar of the turbine vibrated through the ship. She advanced to the cabin door, and imperiously called to him to follow. "I insist. I need fresh air.... _We'll be gone ten minutes!_" And grudgingly the Duke of Alva followed her, with a vicious swish of his cane at the unoffending trunk. As the door slammed, the top of the trunk was slowly lifted, and the battered, bleeding face of Warren Jarvis might have been visible above the iron ridge of its lock bar. Stiffly he drew himself out of the trunk, to blink in the unaccustomed light. "O,... O.... O.... Oh! Lord!... If I only had that last baggageman by the neck!" He bent forward and back to limber an apparently paralyzed spinal column. "Well, I'm all here!" He stumbled across the cabin, where he helped himself to a welcome drink of water. He tenderly caressed the bruised elbows, and breathed hard. "I'm _most_ all here!" He looked down at his twisted, cracked patent-leather shoes. "My feet are bent--they'll never get well!" He sat limply down on the top of the trunk, and fumbling in his hip pocket drew forth a bent and battered cigarette case. As he struck a light to inhale a few welcome, cheering puffs, he looked about his strange surroundings with the old, unconquerable Jarvis spirit. "A Princess--a Duke--a castle--a treasure! Well, well! But the problem is: _Where the devil do I fit in_?" VII THE ROMANCE OF THE CASTLE Warren hobbled painfully to the telephone on the wall. This connected with a central switchboard from which he knew he could reach his own stateroom--provided Rusty had not failed in his trust.
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