The door was opened at last by an old woman who looked at Belle Demona, and then let her in.
As she crossed the threshold she clutched the old woman's arm and almost hissed:
"Where is he?"
There was a start and a recoil, for the speaker's eyes were dangerous in their light and quite enough to frighten one.
"You know me, Meg?" Belle Demona went on. "I came over on business. Jem is here?"
There was a hasty glance toward the ceiling, and the other said:
"Yes, I see. Is he asleep?"
"Yes, he came in but half an hour ago."
"Sober?"