"I believe that," said Bawdsey. "If I thought you were guilty I should--no--not even then. You saved my life, and I'm grateful."
"I believe you are my friend," said George, gloomily, sitting down.
"You would have been arrested by now were I not, Mr. Brendon."
"No. I tell you neither Mrs. Ward nor Lord Derrington will go so far. They will try and intimidate me. But they won't succeed."
"You'll fight them?"
George set his face. "While there is breath in my body."
"I knew you were a plucky 'un," said Bawdsey, admiringly, "but you must be aware that your position is perilous."
"How so? Mr. Train can prove that he locked the sitting-room door--that one there," and George pointed. "The key was under his pillow, and in the morning the door was still fast. How could I have got out to visit Mrs. Jersey's room without his knowledge?"
"That is what puzzles Train and Mrs. Ward and Lord Derrington," was Bawdsey's reply. "They asked me what I thought. Well----"
"One moment," interrupted Brendon. "Why does Train believe that I was in Mrs. Jersey's room?"