It was at this point that George ceased reading. He now knew the worst. His father had died by accident, and Ireland had been the unwitting cause of his death. Brendon wondered how the old man could have carried the knowledge all these years without speaking. He determined to have an interview with him. But at last he knew the truth about the death in San Remo. It inculpated no one, and he could not see how--according to Bawdsey--it could be connected with the murder of Mrs. Jersey. CHAPTER XXII WHO BAWDSEY WAS George read the remainder of Mrs. Jersey's confession and then put it away. Even when he got to the end he could not connect the San Remo crime with that of Amelia Square. It was in his mind to see his grandfather and tell the story to him, backed by the production of the confession. But on second thought he decided to see Bawdsey first. He wired for an appointment, and received a reply stating that Bawdsey was going out of town at three o'clock that day, but would be in his rooms till then. George lost no time. He called a cab, and within an hour of receiving the answer to his request he was on his way to Bloomsbury. On arriving he found that the detective expected him, and went to his room. Bawdsey was still in a disturbed state, as he was most anxious to get down the country and to help Lola out of her difficulty. He received Brendon irritably and in silence. George saw that the man was all nerves, and did not resent his sharp greeting. He sat down and opened the conversation. "You are going down to see Lola?" he asked. "Of course. I am much worried over her. She may get into serious trouble over this freak." "Well, why not tell the judge she is insane at times? Then she will get off lightly." "Would that be true?" asked the detective, struck by the idea. "As true as most things. She really is not accountable for her actions when she gets into these frenzies, and in such a one she must have been to attempt the burglary." "Poor soul, I wonder how she is now?" "Oh, she is not troubled much. Her spirits are as good as usual. She hardly seems to realize the enormity of her offense." "How do you know?" asked Bawdsey with a stare. "Because I saw her last night." "You saw her?" "I did. After I left you I took the train to Wargrove and had an interview with her." "You might have told me, Mr. Brendon," said Bawdsey, in a wounded tone. "Where would have been the use of that? I can manage my own business, I hope." "Considering how I love her, it is my business also." George shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you see, Bawdsey, it was your intention to see Lola first. I guessed as much, so I stole a march on you." Bawdsey fenced. "I don't see how you can say that." "I can. You know that Lola was in this house on the night the woman died." "I presume so, since she got the confession, and she must have secured it to know where your parents were married." "Well, then, knowing that, you wished to get that confession."