"It is at an end now. I am quite content not to see Lola again so long as she leaves Miss Ward alone." "I will try and keep her away," said the detective, "but I have very little influence with her." "Tell her I am angry and will be still more angry if she does not keep away from Curzon Street. Well, we have discussed this matter. I now want to hear what you meant by your reference to my father. Do you know who killed him?" Bawdsey shook his head. "I can't say for certain, but I can tell you who might know." "Who is that?" "Mr. Roger Ireland." George looked astonished. "But that is ridiculous," he said. "Mr. Ireland told me that he did not know." "Oh, I don't say that he knows for certain. But he is better acquainted with the matter than you think." "How did you come to know Mr. Ireland?" "He called to see Miss Bull, and I dropped across him." "How did you get talking of the case?" "Well, you see," said Bawdsey, easily, "we naturally talked of Mrs. Jersey, and one thing led to another until I discovered that Ireland had been in San Remo when your father was murdered. I wished to find out who killed him, so I questioned Mr. Ireland." "Why do you wish to know who killed my father?" asked George. "Because I think that the murder of Mrs. Jersey is connected with that crime. See here--" Bawdsey cleared his throat--"Mrs. Jersey was in San Remo at the time of the death----" "How do you know that?" "Don't I tell you I questioned Mr. Ireland?" George looked sharply at the detective. "What magic did you use to make him talk? Mr. Ireland knows how to hold his tongue." "Well, when he found that I was looking after the case of Mrs. Jersey (and I made no secret of that) he was good enough to tell me all he knew. He thought, as I did, that the murder in San Remo was connected with the crime of Amelia Square." "Oh!" George wasn't at all satisfied, as he could not conceive how Bawdsey had induced Ireland to talk. However, he thought it wise to say no more, as he did not wish to make Bawdsey angry and thus run a chance of losing his explanation. "Go on." "There is nothing more to say," said Bawdsey, rising. "Mr. Ireland declined to tell me who he thought was guilty, but he hinted that he had seen the lady in the blue domino unmasked." "Did he recognize her?" "I think he did, but he assured me that he could not be sure, and that he had not seen the lady again." "Then he did know the face?" Bawdsey's face assumed an impenetrable expression. "I can only refer you to Mr. Ireland," he said; "and as to Lola----" "Oh, she'll turn up again," said Brendon, irritably. "Don't worry me about Lola. I wish you would marry her and take her back to your native land." "What land am I native of, Mr. Brendon?" asked Bawdsey, calmly. "America, I understand. You hinted as much when we met." Bawdsey shook his head. "I am as English as you are," he declared.