"What has that to do with this, sir?" "I believe the one is connected with the other." George remembered what Bawdsey had said. "I've heard that remark before," he observed. "Of course. That detective I employed to watch you made it." "He did. I think you trust that man too much, sir," said Brendon, after a pause. "Do you? I thought he was a friend of yours?" "Oh--" George shrugged his shoulders--"I saved his life, but that does not constitute friendship." "I would fight a man who saved my life," said Derrington, grimly. "Well, sir, I don't think Bawdsey is worthy of your confidence." "I know he isn't. But you see I can't help myself." George looked up quickly. "Blackmail?" "Something of that sort. I intend to trust my own flesh and blood--that is, I intend to tell you all I know connected with the Jersey case, and ask you to help me to get the better of Bawdsey." "I shall do my best, sir." "Willingly?" "Assuredly, sir." Derrington was rather moved. "I have not behaved well, George." "That's true enough, sir," said George, who was not going to be weak, "but you can make amends by acknowledging that my mother was an honest woman." "I believe she was, George, for none but an honest woman could have borne a son like you. But you see I know no more than you do where the marriage took place." "Do you acknowledge that there was a marriage?" said George, starting to his feet. Derrington rose also, and the tall men faced one another. Then the elder placed his hands on the shoulders of the younger, with a look on his face which Brendon had never seen before. And certainly the look was new to Derrington. "My boy," said he, "I am sure there was a marriage. I am sure that you are my legitimate heir, and, by Heavens! I intend to acknowledge you as such before the week's out." Brendon was so moved by this sudden recognition of all he longed for that a sudden weakness seized him, and he sat down, covering his face with his hand. Derrington thought the young man did so to conceal his tears, but in reality George was putting up a short thanksgiving for this wonderful and bloodless victory. His grandfather again touched his shoulder. "My boy," he said again, and his voice was broken with emotion, "I have behaved badly. I ask your pardon." George put out his hand blindly and grasped that of his grandfather. When it was once in the old man's grip he raised his grandson with a jerk and made him look him in the face. "You forgive me?" he asked. "With all my heart and soul," said Brendon, quietly, and after another handshake they resumed their seats. The scene which both had dreaded was over, and now they sat like two friends who had known each other for years. George felt that as Derrington had done justice to the memory of his mother, and Derrington was pleased to feel that he now had a grandson and heir worthy of his name. "I can marry Dorothy now," said Brendon, with a contented sigh.