Chapter 2

SCENE: _Room 1121, Manhattan Hotel, New York City._

_At rise stage dark. Moonlight streams through the window. Small clock strikes five. Pause. Tower clock strikes. Two gun-shots heard off stage right. Door slams off stage. Footsteps heard coming along corridor, growing hubbub and commotion._ PRINCESS _pokes head through curtains._ R. _door bursts open and_ WARREN JARVIS _enters hurriedly, in long coat over evening dress, closing and bolting the door behind him._

_Princess._ Madre de Dios! (_Showing only her head._) (JARVIS _kicks in door, shuts it, and throws his shoulder against it._) Who's there?

JARVIS. Sh! Don't make any noise.

PRINCESS. (_Winding her dressing gown closely about her and coming a little way into the room_) What do you want?

JARVIS. Silence!

PRINCESS. (_Switches on lamp on right table_) How dare you enter!

JARVIS. Sh! Not a sound--do you understand?

VOICE OFF. (R.) What's the row?

SECOND VOICE. (R.) Somebody fired a pistol.

PRINCESS. What right--?

JARVIS. Quiet!

VOICE. Where'd he go? Look on the fire-escape.

SECOND VOICE. No, he's on this floor.

PRINCESS. What is it? What do you want here? What have you done?

JARVIS. (_Turning to her_) Now, it's all right. I'm not going to harm you. If you will just keep quiet. Is that clear to you?

PRINCESS. Is it money you want? All the money I have is on that dressing table. (_Pointing._) Take it and go.

JARVIS. I'm not a burglar. I don't want your money.

PRINCESS. Well, then, what do you want? (_Sound of running in corridor coming toward door_ R.)

JARVIS. Listen---- (_Turns back to door._) They're coming here. (_To_ PRINCESS) They mustn't search this room, do you understand--you must put them off--I'm not what you think I am. (_Running dies away._ JARVIS _turns to_ PRINCESS.) Is there no way out through that door? (_Indicates door_ 5R.)

PRINCESS. That is my maid's room.

JARVIS. The fire-escape--where is it?

PRINCESS. In the hall opposite.

JARVIS. I thought that red light meant in here. Hell! I beg your pardon.

PRINCESS. Well, why don't you go?

JARVIS. I can't go that way. (_Indicating door_ 6L.) They'll be waiting for me in the hall.

PRINCESS. Well, what do you expect me to do?

JARVIS. The light fooled me. I thought that door led to the fire-escape.

PRINCESS. You said that before.

JARVIS. Ha! Ha!

PRINCESS. Is the situation so amusing?

JARVIS. I beg your pardon. I'm not laughing at you. I blundered in here by mistake. I'm in a tight fix. I can't leave by that door. I must find some other. (_Sees door 8, across to door 8, and, disgusted, exclaims when he sees there is no way out there. Notices blood on hand and starts to put handkerchief around it._)

PRINCESS. (_Going down stage_ C.) What's happened? You're wounded! Those shots I heard----

JARVIS. I almost stopped one of the bullets.

PRINCESS. Your hand is bleeding.

JARVIS. Please--I don't see how the devil---- (_Runs up and puts up shade at window 3, sees there is no way out._) Damn!

PRINCESS. You have evidently shot someone and are making me shield you from justice.

JARVIS. (_Coming down_) No, not from justice--but from the law.

PRINCESS. I thought they were the same.

JARVIS. No, not always--there would be no justice for me at the hands of the law.

PRINCESS. Well, that is not for me to decide.

JARVIS. But you shall decide--at least you shall listen and if you find me guilty--I'll--well, I'll take that door or, or anything you say.

PRINCESS. Your presumption is indeed ridiculous.

JARVIS. Hardly ridiculous--I am arguing for my life.

PRINCESS. Can any decision be more unjust than mine must be at the point of a pistol?

JARVIS. (_Lays pistol on dressing table_ L. _and crosses to_ R. _of_ PRINCESS.) There is nothing to prevent your calling for help now--after all, it doesn't matter much whether the end comes today or the day after.

PRINCESS. The end? Then why don't you give yourself up?

JARVIS. That would not have been the end. You don't understand, I know, but I'm not flying from Justice. There was in this a case of shoot or be shot. (_Sound of running toward door 6._) Listen--they're here now. (JARVIS _crosses door 8._)

HOUSE DETECTIVE. (_Knock outside door_) Anybody in here? (_Knock._) Open the door.

JARVIS. It's up to you to do with me as you like. (_Princess points to door_ L. JARVIS _exits._)

NITA. (_Off stage door 5_) Madame--Madame--(_Enters._) What is it? (_Running to mistress for protection._) Something dreadful must have happened. (_Knock on door repeated._) What shall I do?

PRINCESS. Open it, Nita. (NITA _opens door reluctantly._)

HOUSE DETECTIVE. (_In doorway_) Are you all right in here?

NITA. (_Holding door open_) Si--Señor.

PRINCESS. What is it, Nita?

NITA. (_Indicating_ PRINCESS) My mistress, Señor.

HOUSE DETECTIVE. (_Inside of door--removing hat_) Excuse me, madame, I'm the house detective. Are you all right in here?

PRINCESS. Yes.

HOUSE DETECTIVE. We're sorry to bother you, but we're looking for someone and we thought he might have come in here. If you want anything we'll be out here in the hall. Good night!

NITA. (_Shuts door and runs to_ PRINCESS C.) Forgive me, Madame, but I am so frightened. What is it? What is it?

PRINCESS. Control yourself, Nita. Go to bed, child. (NITA _goes to door 5._) I won't need you till six o'clock. (_Exit_ NITA.)

JARVIS. (_Entering_ L.C.) Thank you. Would you mind bolting that door again? He might return. (PRINCESS _crosses to door and bolts it._) Do you know what a feud is?

PRINCESS. Feud? Spain is the home of feuds.

JARVIS. So is Kentucky. That's where I came from. You're Spanish?

PRINCESS. Yes.

JARVIS. Then you'll understand--those shots you heard, that was the end of a feud. I was called home suddenly by the death of my father--shot in the back--feud--man after man--two families--the Marcums and my own had shot each other down. Then my Dad fell and I was left to fight it out alone.

PRINCESS. Couldn't you?

JARVIS. Couldn't I? God only knows what I've been through since. Those two shots you heard--that was the finish. This morning when I got back to my hotel, there was a message waiting for me. It was signed Jim Marcum, head of the family, and proposed that, as we were out of Kentucky, we meet and end the feud amicably. He asked me to meet him at this hotel in his room--no matter what hour--he would be waiting. He was leaving at six in the morning and wanted it settled. It was a pretty scheme. I knew the man and I saw the trap. I came over here prepared and went directly to his room. It was on this floor. I flung open the door and met Jim Marcum face to face. He was waiting. Without a word he fired. I fired, and he dropped. Now do you understand why the law would not give me justice?

PRINCESS. Did you kill him?

JARVIS. I don't know--I didn't wait.

PRINCESS. What are you going to do?

JARVIS. I don't know. Do you know what it means to fight single-handed against fearful odds--to fight an endless fight alone?

PRINCESS. Yes--yes--I know.

JARVIS. Endless fight--without even a single word of encouragement?

PRINCESS. Yes, I know what it means.

JARVIS. You know? How could you know? How could any woman know?

PRINCESS. Yes, I do know, because I too am fighting against fearful odds.

JARVIS. There is no man to fight for you?

PRINCESS. No man left who dares.

JARVIS. God, if there had only been some woman to fight for in my fight!

PRINCESS. Your mother?

JARVIS. She's gone, too.

PRINCESS. Are you alone?

JARVIS. Alone.

PRINCESS. If you're caught it means your life.

JARVIS. Yes.

PRINCESS. Suppose I decide to help you?

JARVIS. What do you mean?

PRINCESS. You have no fear of death? You are not afraid of ghosts?

JARVIS. No, I'm not afraid of ghosts.

PRINCESS. If you escape from here it will be because I helped you--we might say I saved your life, if what you tell me is true--and if I do it, it will be from a selfish motive entirely--it will be because I have work for you. Do you understand? Work--hard work--dangerous work. It may mean your life in the end.

JARVIS. You are frank, anyway.

PRINCESS. It's a chance--and you have nothing to lose.

JARVIS. And if I agree?

PRINCESS. You will begin by taking the ancient feudal oath of my country.

JARVIS. Oath? Isn't my word good enough?

PRINCESS. You will pardon me if I insist.

JARVIS. Very well--I'll swear the blackest oath you can utter. Let's hear it.

PRINCESS. What's your name?

JARVIS. Jarvis.

PRINCESS. Your full name?

JARVIS. Warren Jarvis.

PRINCESS. Kneel, then, Warren of Jarvis. (JARVIS _kneels on both knees._) No, not that way--on one knee.

JARVIS. I beg your pardon----

PRINCESS. Now repeat this oath: "I, Warren of Jarvis----"

JARVIS. "I, Warren of Jarvis----"

PRINCESS. "Señor of all the domains, fiefs, keeps and marshes of Warren of Kentucky----"

JARVIS. Whew---- "Señor of all the domains, fiefs, keeps and marshes of Warren of Kentucky--"

PRINCESS. "Do convey to Maria Theresa, of Aragon, all my worldly titles and possessions----" Now take my left hand in both of yours and repeat, "--and receive them back as vassal and retainer."

JARVIS. "And receive them back as vassal and retainer."

PRINCESS. "And do faithfully fight in my lady's cause according to the feudal laws of Castile and Aragon."

JARVIS. "And do faithfully fight in my lady's cause according to the feudal laws of Castile and Aragon."

PRINCESS. Arise, vassal. (JARVIS _arises and kisses her hand._) That is part of the ceremony, but I meant to omit it.

JARVIS. I thought that the only sensible part. I beg your pardon--but who on earth is this Maria Theresa that I am hired man to?

PRINCESS. I--am Her Highness--Maria Theresa--Princess of Aragon.

JARVIS. Good night! You a Princess! And I have been ordering you around with a gun. (_Sound of running for a moment._) Sh! (_Crosses to door_ R., _listens._) It's all right, but how am I going to get out? They've got me in a trap here.

PRINCESS. The trunk----

JARVIS. The trunk? What about it?

PRINCESS. I am sending it on board the Aquitania at six o'clock.

JARVIS. (_Dragging trunk down stage_) You mean to get in it? Good Lord, is it big enough?

PRINCESS. I think so--and no one could possibly suspect---- (JARVIS _takes out trays--locket drops out--back to audience._) Oh----

JARVIS. What is it?

PRINCESS. It's nothing--I mean it's all right--it's just a locket.

JARVIS. Did I break it?

PRINCESS. No---- (JARVIS _takes contents out of trunk._) I broke it myself on purpose--yesterday. It means a great deal to me and perhaps to you. Some day you may know the reason why.

JARVIS. (_Gets in trunk_) Would you mind putting this lid down? (PRINCESS _puts down lid of trunk on_ JARVIS. _Grunts._) O-oo-ou-ugh! (_Raises lid and stands up in trunk._ PRINCESS _raises lid all the way back as soon as_ JARVIS _shouts._) I'll die in there.

PRINCESS. But it's a chance.

JARVIS. You're _right_! I'll _take_ it. (_Gets out of trunk and goes to trays._) What are we going to do with these?

PRINCESS. We had better send those by messenger.

JARVIS. (_Turning_) Hold on--I've got it. No, you had better 'phone. (PRINCESS _crosses to 'phone_ R.) Ask the operator to give you the Hotel Belmont, across the street. My room is 417. Rusty, my servant, is there now, waiting for word from me. (_He crosses to_ PRINCESS.) He can be trusted. Tell him to come here at once--and say "Warren." That will fetch him.

PRINCESS. 417? Hello---- Connect me with the Hotel Belmont, please.

JARVIS. Remember, ask for room 417.

PRINCESS. Yes, I know. Hello, hello! Is this the Belmont?--Give me room 417.

JARVIS. Ask if it's Rusty and be sure and say "Warren."

PRINCESS. Hello--is this Mr. Rusty? Well, listen carefully. You are to come right over to the Manhattan Hotel, across the street from where you are. A bellboy will be waiting for you at the desk, and he is to bring you right up to room 1121.

JARVIS. And tell him to keep his mouth shut----

PRINCESS. And--and--don't talk to anyone.... What's that? "Warren." He'll be coming right over.

JARVIS. Now get the clerk downstairs, and tell them to look out for Rusty and send him up here.

PRINCESS. Hello, hello! I'm expecting a man--

JARVIS. A colored man.

PRINCESS. A colored man. To get some things. He will come right to the desk. Please send him up at once. It is very important. (JARVIS _takes out knife and begins boring hole in trunk from inside out. This hole should be already cut and covered with a label._) What are you doing that for?

JARVIS. Got to breathe. I think I can---- (_Apparently the knife breaks._) Confound it!

PRINCESS. What did you do?

JARVIS. Snapped the blade. Now how am I going to cut a hole in that trunk?

PRINCESS. (_Crossing to dresser_) Will my shears do?

JARVIS. If they are not too large. Where are they? (PRINCESS _gives_ JARVIS _shears._) Thank you. What time does the boat sail?

PRINCESS. Nine o'clock.

JARVIS. Good--that will give Rusty time to get aboard with these trays and my baggage.

PRINCESS. We've ten minutes before they call for the trunk. (_Knock at door 6._ PRINCESS _looks at_ JARVIS_, who makes gesture cautioning silence and exits door_ L. PRINCESS _crosses and opens door._) Come in, please.

RUSTY. (_Enter across center_) Where's Marse Warren----? (_Enter_ JARVIS _across to_ RUSTY.) Lord bless you, Marse Warren--I certainly thought he got you!

JARVIS. (_Patting_ RUSTY _on the back_) Never mind what you thought. Help me with these--it's ten minutes to six--we sail for Europe in three hours.

RUSTY. Three hours! Good Lord! You mean we----

JARVIS. Yes, you and I. What are we going to wrap these in? (_Picking up trays._)

PRINCESS. Here, this will do. (_Handing steamer rug from chair._)

JARVIS. Fine! (_Spreading steamer rug on trunk and putting tray on it, wraps up tray during speech._) Take these, with our baggage, to the steamship Aquitania--Cunard Line. Buy accommodations. Mind, you won't see me till after we get out at sea. Keep in your stateroom and sit tight till you hear from me. You understand? Cunard Line--and the clerk at our hotel will attend to everything and get the tickets. Then you pay the bill. Now get hold of this money. (JARVIS _gives_ RUSTY _money._) I beg your pardon! This is Rusty. Rusty, this is the Princess of Aragon.

RUSTY. How do you do, Mrs. Princess?

JARVIS. There--that will do. Now do you understand?

RUSTY. Yes, sir. I take everything to the steamboat--get accom--ac-commoda--accommoda----

JARVIS. Accommodations.

RUSTY. Accomo--accommoda---- I know what you mean. (_With smile at_ PRINCESS.) For us and Mrs. Princess?

JARVIS. No, no--not for the Princess--just for we two.

RUSTY. Oh, yas, sir, I understand perfectly, sir.

JARVIS. (_Gives parcel to_ RUSTY) Now, then, what's the name of the boat?

RUSTY. The Aqui-tania.

JARVIS. What's the name of the line?

RUSTY. The Cunard.

JARVIS. Now be off, and don't miss that boat. (PRINCESS _opens door._)

RUSTY. (_Exiting_) No, sir, I won't miss it.

PRINCESS. (_As_ RUSTY _reaches door_) Good-bye, Rusty.

RUSTY. (_Turning_) Good-bye, Miss--er--Princess.

(JARVIS _resumes work on trunk._ PRINCESS _crosses to_ JARVIS.)

PRINCESS. Can you do it?

JARVIS. I think so--yes, it's going--there it goes--through!

PRINCESS. Make another. (_She crosses to the dresser._)

JARVIS. Haven't time. I'll widen this one a little. Remember this trunk must not go in the hold of the ship. Have it marked "Wanted" and "This end up." I will lie with my head this way. I'll put the shears in here, and I can cut another hole from the inside if it gets too stuffy.

PRINCESS. (_Takes revolver from dressing table and gives it to_ JARVIS) And you better take this, too.

JARVIS. How do you know you can trust me?

PRINCESS. I don't--I have to take that chance.

JARVIS. You must have a pretty good reason.

PRINCESS. I have.

JARVIS. Now, before I get in this, there's just one or two things I would like to know. What about the ghost?

PRINCESS. Are you afraid?

JARVIS. Lord, no, I just wanted to know--that's all.

PRINCESS. You'll know in time, Mr. Jarvis.

JARVIS. Are you really--a sure thing--Princess?

PRINCESS. Why did you say that?

JARVIS. Oh, I don't know. Somehow you're not quite like what I thought a Princess would be.

PRINCESS. I'm sorry.

JARVIS. Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I mean that you're different from the popular idea of a Princess. You have more understanding--more sympathy--more heart.

PRINCESS. (_Icily_) In that respect, sir, you will find me quite like your popular idea.

JARVIS. (_Squelched_) I wonder if that hole will let in enough air?

PRINCESS. I hope so. (PORTER _knocks._) It must be the men for the trunk. Who is it, please?

PORTER. Trunks.

JARVIS. (_Getting into trunk_) Remember? This trunk must not go into the hold of the ship. You must have it marked "Wanted" and "This side up." You might add, "With Care," if you've a mind to.

PRINCESS. Are you all right?

JARVIS. No.

PRINCESS. (_Shuts trunk, crosses and opens door_) The trunk is ready.

PORTER. (_Enter and cross with truck_ L. _of trunk_) Very good, ma'am.

PRINCESS. Have the other trunks gone?

PORTER. Yes'm, last night.

PRINCESS. This goes on the special wagon, Porter.

(_Enter_ HOUSE DETECTIVE _and sees broken door._)

PORTER. (_Setting trunk on end_) Yes, mum. I'll see that a special sticker is put on it.

PRINCESS. (_Crosses left of trunk_) Have it marked "Wanted" and "This end up."

PORTER. (_Putting trunk on truck_) You'll find it in your room when you get down to the steamer.

PRINCESS. And, Porter, handle it gently.

PORTER. Shore, I never smashed one in my life. (_Starts off_ R.) I'll handle it like it had glass on the inside, so don't worry one little bit.

HOUSE DETECTIVE. (_Stopping trunk_ C. _to_ PRINCESS) Just a minute, Porter. How did that lock get broken?

PRINCESS. (_Frightened, but trying not to show it_) It was broken when I came.

DETECTIVE. How long have you been here?

PRINCESS. We came yesterday.

DETECTIVE. How long are you going to stay?

PRINCESS. We sail this morning for Europe.

DETECTIVE. Huh! Excuse me, Madame, but the police are making an investigation and they would like to take in this room. Do you mind?

PRINCESS. No.

DETECTIVE. What time does your boat sail?

PRINCESS. We are sailing at nine o'clock.

DETECTIVE. Does this trunk go on board?

PRINCESS. (_Relieved_) Yes, I want it to go on a special wagon.

DETECTIVE. All right, Porter. Go ahead. (_Exit_ PORTER _with trunk. To the Police who are supposed to be off_ R.) Come in.

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