Lola sprang to her feet with fierce eyes. "Then there is another--another--oh, you cruel! Name of names, but I shall find her. I shall tell her----" "You shall tell her nothing--you shall not see her." "But I will. Eh; yes. You do not know me." This with a stamp. "I know you cannot behave decently, Lola. If you have me watched again, if you dare to--to--bah!" George stamped in his turn. "I have had enough of this. Behave, or I go and will not return." She flung herself at his feet with a wail. "Ah, but no," she sobbed, "I do love you so dearly--I will die if you love me not." George drew himself roughly away, and taking her by the hands placed her in a chair, where she hid her face and sobbed. "Who was it you got to watch me--you hired to watch me?" George advisedly used the word "hired" as he thought she might have engaged one of her friends to do the dirty work, instead of engaging a professional. Yet he knew she was quite capable of going to a private inquiry office. "I shall not tell you," said Lola, sitting up with a hard expression on her mouth and in her eyes. "Did you pay him much?" asked Brendon, dexterously. "I paid him what I chose," retorted Lola, falling into the trap. "Ah! Then it was a professional detective you engaged. You have been to one of those inquiry offices." "That is my business," said Lola, who, seeing she had made a slip, became more obstinate than ever. More to show her calmness, she lighted a fresh cigarette and smoked it defiantly. George shrugged his shoulders. He was not going to argue with her. Remembering that Bawdsey had mentioned her name, and that Bawdsey appeared to know all about himself, he began to put two and two together. Certainly he might be wrong, and Bawdsey might have nothing to do with the matter. Still it was worth while trying to startle Lola into a confession by the use of his name. His rescue of Bawdsey hinted that the long arm of coincidence might be at work. "Well, I don't know where he comes from----" began George. Lola snapped him up. "Ah, yes, and you think it is a man. Bah! why not a woman, my dear?" she sneered. "Oh, you may have half-a-dozen at work--male and female both," said George, taking his seat, "but I should have thought that the red man was clever enough to----" She threw away her cigarette and rose to her feet with such manifest alarm that George knew his guess was correct. "You talk foolish." George looked at her angry face serenely. "Did Bawdsey when he said you wished me harm?" "What?" She flung up her hands, with blazing eyes. "Did he say I do wish you harm? Was it--that--that cow--pig----" "Don't call names, Lola, and don't distress yourself. It was Bawdsey." Lola saw that she had gone too far, and had, vulgarly speaking, given herself away. She tried to recover lost ground. "I do not know his names," she said sullenly; then burst out, "but I wish you no harm. Eh, will you believe that, my preserver?"