"The Spider?"
"Yes, of course," said Lady Corsoon quickly. "He tells me that if I will pay him ten thousand pounds in twelve months he will place me in receipt of that amount a year by proving that I am entitled to my late brother's money. Strange, is it not, since my niece Ida is Martin's daughter?"
"Very strange," replied Vernon mechanically. This news proved to him more conclusively than ever that Diabella was connected with The Spider, and, if not the blackmailer herself, worked in concert with him. But until he could lay hands on the woman he determined to say nothing to Lady Corsoon about the matter. "How long does he give you to answer this new demand?"
"Two months," said Lady Corsoon, triumphantly; "so at least I have gained time, and much may happen."
"As you say, much may happen. How does he propose to place you in possession of this income. Does he say?"
"No." Lady Corsoon wrinkled her brows. "He simply makes the offer. Certainly Ida inherits as next-of-kin, but it may be that this Spider--who seems to know everything--has found a will giving the income to me. Then," she hesitated, "there is another condition."
"What is it?"
"One you won't like. If I get this money I am to consent to the marriage of Lucy with--with----"
"With whom?" asked Vernon jumping up. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"With Constantine Maunders," said Lady Corsoon coolly.