Chapter XIV: Section IX: of the Constitution of the United States, which reads

exactly as follows in this book: ‘No title of nobility shall be granted by the United States: And no person holding any office of profit or trust under them, shall, without the consent of the Congress, accept of any present, emolument, office, or title, of any kind whatever, from any king, prince, or foreign state.’ And it says in Section X. that ‘No state shall grant any title of nobility.’ Now, Mr. Ballywinkle, it is perfectly clear that this government can’t recognize anything that it can’t create, for that would be foolish. As I, the governor of North Carolina, can’t make a duke, I can’t see one. You are therefore wholly illegal; it’s against the most sacred law of the land for you to be here at all; and painful though it is to me, it is nevertheless my duty to order you to leave the United States at once, never to return. In fact, if you ever appear in the United States again, I hereby order that you be hanged by the neck until you be dead. One of Mr. Cooke’s men will accompany you to New York to-morrow and see to it that you take passage on a steamer bound for a British port. The crime of having insulted a woman will still hang over you until you are well east of Sandy Hook, and I advise you not to risk being tried on that charge in North Carolina, as my people are very impulsive and emotional, and lynchings are not infrequent in our midst. You shall spend to-night in my official caboose some distance from here, and your personal effects will be brought from Ardsley, where, you have said, you are a guest of Mr. Thomas Ardmore, who is officially unknown to me. The supreme court will now adjourn.”

Cooke pulled the limp, bewildered duke to his feet, and dragged him from the bungalow.

As they stepped out on the veranda Collins rode up in alarm.

“I followed this road to a cross-road where it becomes a bridle-path and runs off into the forest. There I lost all trace of the lady, but here is her riding-crop.”

“Cooke, take your prisoner to the caboose; and, Collins, come with me,” commanded Ardmore; and a moment later he and the reporter rode off furiously in search of Jerry Dangerfield.