The detective helped his prey back to the house where Belle Demona's face grew white when the story of the attack became known.
"Go back to the spot, Riggs," she commanded. "Find the girl—Stareyes, and bring her to me."
Old Broadbrim turned away to obey, and at the door looked across the room at her.
"Don't hurt her—I'll do that!" roared Belle Demona. "I am mistress here and my hands can kill. Go, go, Riggs. She's of more importance to me just now than Blacklocks and his band of midnight demons. Don't let her escape."
Then, as the door closed upon Old Broadbrim she bounded to where Merle sat in an armchair, and clutched his arm.
"Did you make the test?" she asked eagerly.
"I did, and it failed."
"What did you do?"
"I called him Roger Reef when he was not prepared for the name. He never stirred."
"It was the right test. A spy would have started at his true name or the one he has sailed under. It is marvelous what nerve that man has, if he is a spy or a ferret."