"I have heard of this."
"But for an American whom she had netted with her beauty, she would have struck it very rich there. She had him in the toils, but all at once at a public ball he spurned her and got her hatred."
"What was that man's name?"
Danny of Melbourne shook his head.
"I don't know. Belle told me once, and swore that she would have his life for the insult."
Old Broadbrim dropped his voice to a solemn whisper.
"Look here, Danny," he said, "the man is dead."
"What, the person who incurred Belle's vengeance at Monaco?"
"Yes."
"Does she know it?" cried the old man. "Did you tell her?"