"He must be plain Roland Riggs after all."
"We'll see. I'll find out for myself," and with this Belle Demona turned away.
The eyes of Merle followed her, and rested for a while on her well-formed person.
"If he is an American detective he will know something about Jason Marrow, won't he?" she suddenly asked.
"He may."
"You didn't let Jason escape with the secret, I hope?"
"Why should I?" and the face of Merle flushed. "I didn't forget for one moment why I was sent across the sea."
"There, don't go back to the commission and put everything on my shoulders," cried Belle Demona. "I'll acknowledge to you that you were sent to America by me, but you must not throw it into my teeth at every opportunity."
"You made me your tool—you sent me across the ocean to carry out your revenge."
"Of course I did. See here! if you don't like this place with the protection it affords you you can go."