"Then I don't see what right you have to control her movements."
"Did she write and tell you where she was going?"
"No, and if she had done so I should not tell you," replied George, annoyed by the man's persistence.
"You may as well be civil to me, Mr. Brendon; you know that I am your friend."
"Oh, I've heard all that before! But people who talk much of friendship and gratitude are generally humbugs."
"I am not," said Bawdsey, quietly. "See here, Mr. Brendon, Lola is in love with you----"
"That's my business. Leave it alone."
Bawdsey took up his hat. "Oh, very well! If you will not be civil I cannot help you to learn who killed your father."
"What!" George sprang from the table at which he was writing and seized the man's arm. "Do you know that?"
"Gently, Mr. Brendon. No, I do not know, but----"