“What’s that?” he cried, sharply.
“You cheated us. You dressed up and pretended to be a spirit.”
“You are a damned liar!” cried Linden. “I did nothing of the sort.”
Mailey took the rag of linen from his pocket and spread it on his knee.
“What about that?” he asked.
“Well, what about it?”
“It was cut out of the white gown you wore. I cut it out myself as you stood in front of me. If you examine the gown you will find the place. It’s no use, Linden. The game is up. You can’t deny it.”
For a moment the man was completely taken aback. Then he burst into a stream of horrible profanity.
“What’s the game?” he cried, glaring round him. “Do you think I am easy and that you can play me for a sucker? Is it a frame-up, or what? You’ve chose the wrong man for a try-on of that sort.”
“There is no use being noisy or violent, Linden,” said Mailey quietly. “I could bring you up in the police court to-morrow. I don’t want any public scandal, for your brother’s sake. But you don’t leave this room until you have signed a paper that I have here on my desk.”