"Well, sir, if you will shove advertisements into the paper asking about the celebration of the marriage of Percy Vane and Miss Rosina Lockwood you must expect to be dropped upon."
"Oh, that was the way you found out!"
"That was the way," nodded Bawdsey. "You had the answers----"
"I had no answers," said Brendon, quickly.
"I am quite sure of that," replied the detective, coolly. "We should have heard of you in a court of law had you been successful. But what I mean to say is that you asked for the answers to be sent to G. B., Pembroke Square, Kensington. Derrington spotted that, and seeing that the marriage referred to was that of his son to----"
George waved his hand impatiently. "I see! I see! He hired you, and you looked me up."
"Quite so. I have had you under observation for the last six months."
"Confound it," cried Brendon, uncomfortably, "and I never knew."
Bawdsey winked. "I know my business," he said. "You don't find me sending myself up on any occasion. Any more questions, sir?"
"Only one," replied George. "Will you tell me exactly what you are doing in this galley?"