"Who is, no doubt, spying on me. It is thanks to Julius that I had the row with my grandfather. He—"
"You needn't trouble to explain," interrupted Durham. "I know. Sir Simon explained. But he also asked me if you knew he was in town."
"I told Bernard," said Conniston, "and you told me."
"Yes. But does Bernard know where Sir Simon is stopping?"
"No," said Gore, emphatically, "I don't."
"Neither do I. What are you getting at, Mark?"
"It's a queer thing," went on Durham, taking no notice of Conniston's question, "but afterwards—yesterday, in fact—Sir Simon wrote saying that he heard from Mrs. Gilroy of an Imperial Yeoman who had been visiting in the kitchen of Crimea Square—"
"What about Crimea Square?" asked Gore, quickly.
"Your grandfather is stopping there—in No. 32; old Jefferies' house."
"Oh! I knew nothing of that. Go on."