"You will care," replied Grace. "For if you don't instantly tell me where they are, I shall call the whole cast and expose you."
"If you do, you will merely make yourself ridiculous," hissed Eleanor, her eyes blazing. "What grounds have you for such an accusation?"
"I can't prove that you are responsible for their disappearance, but I do know that you shall not play 'Rosalind,' if the costumes are never found."
"How can you prevent me!" asked Eleanor in insolent tones. "You are not running this production."
"I have no time to waste in arguing the matter," returned Grace with admirable self-control. "What I want is the truth about the costumes and you must answer me."
"'Must,'" repeated Eleanor, raising her eyebrows. "That is putting it rather strongly. No one ever says 'must' to me."
"I say it to you now, Eleanor, and I mean it," said Grace. "I am fully convinced that you have hidden Anne's costumes and I am equally certain that you are going to produce them at once."
"Then you are laboring under a delusion," replied Eleanor, with a disagreeable laugh, "and I should advise you to devote that tireless energy of yours, to minding your own business."
"This is my business," replied Grace evenly, "and if you wish to avoid any unpleasantness you will make it yours."
"Your threats do not alarm me," sneered Eleanor. "I am not easily frightened."