"Reasonably so," was the answer, and then Belle Demona moved toward the door.
"How's Round Robin?" queried the old woman.
"Gone, but my vengeance remains!"
"Your vengeance?"
"Yes."
Before the older one could reply there were hasty footsteps on the stairs in the dingy hall and the figure of Belle Demona vanished.
Overhead a little door met her roving vision and she pushed it open.
Stretched on a sofa with his clothes on lay Jem, the Sydneyite, the man whom she had sent to Melbourne to discover the truth about Old Danny's trap.
He did not hear her.
For a moment Belle Demona, pistol in hand, looked at the sleeper, and a smile of vengeance came to her finely-chiseled lips.