"I am answered. You mean I would not be allowed to go." "I think it would be better for you to remain where you are. There may be developments shortly, that will call for your presence, though they may not affect you seriously. Please don't plan to go away just now, but, also, don't think my advice more indicative than it is meant to be." Roberts went off, and the four people he left behind him sat in a constrained silence. At last, Beatrice spoke. "We must all band together to save Natalie," she said, very seriously. "There is no use deceiving ourselves; Natalie is in danger. We know and love her, so we can't connect her in our minds with any wrong-doing, but to outsiders the case looks different. Let us, then, face conditions that exist, and plan how we can best help her." "There's only one way," said Joyce, "and that is to find the real murderer. I wish I had never let that Orienta mix herself into the matter. It's her talk that turned suspicion toward Eugene. And we all know he's innocent. But when we try to find out who is the criminal, Eugene's name comes up." "I'm not sorry we had the clairvoyant," said Beatrice, thoughtfully. "As you say, we all know Mr. Courtenay is innocent, but if there was an intruder, Orienta explained how he could have entered. You wouldn't have heard any one pass you in the Billiard Room that night, would you, Joyce?" "No, I'm sure not; I was--I was crying--and I gave no thought to anything but my own troubles." "Then somebody may have slipped by you--of course, not Mr. Courtenay, but somebody----" "I wish that woman had seen the intruder's face," said Natalie, suddenly. "You know, I believe in clairvoyance--I'm psychic myself--I wonder--oh, I wonder if I could find out anything--in that way!" "What are you talking about?" said Barry, impatiently. "Don't you mix yourself up in those witchcraft things----" "'Tisn't witchcraft. And, anyway, I've a notion to try it. Don't you think I might, Mrs. Faulkner?" "Might what, dear?" "Find out something about the mysteries that are growing deeper and more numerous all the time?" "I don't know, I'm sure," began Beatrice, with a helpless look, but Barry said, sternly, "I forbid it," and turning on his heel, he left the room. XVI Confession and Arrest That evening Barry Stannard was not at home, and Natalie declared her intention of trying to learn something by psychic or clairvoyant revelation. The three women sat in the Billiard Room, and were for the thousandth time discussing the tense situation. "Why, if you want to try it, Natalie, go ahead," said Joyce, wearily. "It certainly can't do any harm. Barry only objects because he thinks it will get you into a nervous state----" "Nonsense! It makes me more nervous to be forbidden to do what I wish. Come on, let's go in the studio, and try it, at any rate."