“I’ll kill you both for that!”
“Now, to complete the scene we should have the real model here—would that please you?” said Marrion, aggravatingly.
“Yes, produce her if you can.”
He walked to the door and opened it; no one spoke; all seemed riveted to the spot.
Who should walk in but Mrs. Milburn’s maid, Annie Zerner.
“You bought her, Frost, but she sells you.” Then turning to the woman, Marrion asked:
“Did you pose for this man’s picture?”
“Yes, sir, and——”
A fierce glance from the artist, Willard Frost, kept her from ending the sentence.