Just then Robert Roberts was announced.
“What shall we do?” exclaimed Natalie. “Tell him to come some other time?”
“No,” said Joyce, “let him come in here with us. You don’t mind, do you, Madame Orienta?”
“No; why should I? Who is he?”
“The detective who is working on the case.”
Orienta shrugged her shoulders. “Of course it matters not to me. But are you sure you want him to know what I may reveal? It may incriminate——”
“I don’t care who may be incriminated!” exclaimed Joyce. “I want to find out a few things. As a matter of fact, I asked Mr. Roberts to come.”
Natalie turned pale. Had Joyce laid a trap? And for whom? What might they not learn before the evening was over?
Bobsy entered, and was duly presented to the visitor. He was courteous, but unmistakably curious.
“What may I call you?” he asked, as he bowed before her.