As Mrs. Durkee hurried out, eager to help in any way possible, Lillian turned to me grimly.

“That will keep her out of the way while we have our seance with the Draper.  Now brace up, my dear; just nod or shake your head when I give you the cue.”

It seemed hours, although in reality it was only a moment or two before Grace Draper parted the improvised sail curtains and stood before us.  I think she knew something of what we wished, for her face held the grayish whiteness that had been there when she heard Dicky’s impatient words concerning her.  But her head was held high, her eyes were unflinching as she faced us.

“Miss Draper,” Lillian began, her voice low and controlled, but deadly in its icy grimness, “we won’t detain you but a moment, for we are going to get right down to brass tacks.

“I know exactly what happened out there in the surf a little while ago.  I was watching from the shore, and saw enough to make me suspicious, and what I have learned from Mrs. Graham has confirmed my suspicions.”  She glanced toward me.

“You felt a hand clutch your foot and then drag you down, did you not, Madge?”

I nodded weakly, conscious only of the terrible burning eyes of Miss Draper fixed upon me.

“It is a lie,” Miss Draper began, fiercely, but Lillian held up her hand in a gesture that appeared to cow the girl.

“Don’t trouble either to deny or affirm it,” she said icily.  “There is but one thing I wish to hear from your lips; it is the answer to this question:  Will you take the offer Mr. Underwood made you, to get you that theatrical engagement, and, having done this, will you keep out of Dicky Graham’s way for every day of your life hereafter?  I don’t mind telling you that if you do this I shall keep my mouth closed about this thing; if you do not, I shall call the rest of the party here now and tell them what I know.”

“Mr. Graham will not believe you,” the girl said through stiff lips.  Her attitude was like the final turning of an animal at bay.

“Don’t fool yourself,” Lillian retorted caustically.  “I am Mr. Graham’s oldest friend.  He would believe me almost more quickly than he would his wife, for he might think that his wife was prejudiced against you.

“I am not a patient woman, Miss Draper.  Don’t try me too far.  Take this offer, or take the consequences.”

The girl stood with bent head for a long minute, as Lillian flared out her ultimatum, then she lifted it and looked steadily into Mrs. Underwood’s eyes.

“Remember, I admit nothing,” she said defiantly, “but, of course, I accept your offer.  There is nothing else for me to do in the face of the very ingenious story which you two have concocted between you.”

She turned and walked steadily out of the tent.

Her words, the blaze in her eyes, the very motion of her body, was magnificently insolent.

“She’s a wonder!” Lillian admitted, drawing a deep breath, as the girl vanished.  “I didn’t think she had bravado enough to bluff it out like that.”