The Yellow Holly

by Fergus Hume

"A spy--yes, go on."

"And I made him watch you. I told him your name."

"Did he know my name?" asked Brendon, quickly.

"He knew everything--oh, yes--all--all!"

Brendon was taken aback. "All--all what?" he asked amazed.

"Why--" Lola twirled her fingers--"all what you would not tell to me, my dear. That your names is Vane, and milor----"

"Derrington! Did Bawdsey mention Lord Derrington?"

"Yes. Oh, many times he speaks of milor. I speaks of San Remo. This--this Bawdsey ask me of the blue domino--of the holly----"

"Of the murder, in fact."

"It is quite so, my friend. Of the murder of your father."