George nodded. "Quite so; and then Train's having locked this door made me think that all was safe. Had he not told----"
"Oh, he has told very little," rejoined Bawdsey. "After all, nothing can be done if I hold my tongue."
"Nothing will be done in any case," said George, grimly, "but I thank you for warning me, Mr. Bawdsey. What are your plans?"
"I have none at present. Lord Derrington asked me to watch you."
"That you certainly have done, and if you choose you can go on watching me. But why do you stop in this house?"
"Oh, I knew Mrs. Jersey some years ago, and returned here for old times' sake."
George shrugged his shoulders. He felt convinced that Bawdsey was not speaking openly. But then Brendon, on his part, had held something back. Neither man was sufficiently sure of the other to be perfectly frank. But the main thing was that Bawdsey, being friendly, was content to let matters stand as they were. That is, so far as regarded George himself, for Brendon felt that the detective's presence in that house had something to do with the murder. He rose to go.
"Well, how do we stand?" asked Bawdsey.
"Much as we did before," replied George, "save that I know you will hold your tongue and not get me into trouble."
"I shall certainly do that. But remember Mrs. Ward."