"I didn't suspect that he was the detective."
"Fool! you might have known that he would not seek you if not for a terrible purpose."
"Let me meet him again."
"That is never to take place."
The last words seemed to come through clinched teeth, and the hand of Belle Demona got a tighter grip on the revolver.
"My death would do you no good, woman," he said, seeing her determination as expressed in deep-set and glowing eyes.
"It would put a traitor out of the way. It would stop treason among those I have trusted. I will have no traitors in my way."
Jem, the Sydneyite, seemed to measure the distance between him and the woman, but a few steps away, and he knew that she would carry out the purposes of her heart to the letter.
"I have come to kill you!" deliberately spoke Belle Demona.
He did not plead for time or mercy.