"Certainly. She had no right to trouble Miss Ward. But now you know why I think she has left town. In a week she will come back thinking my anger is at an end."
"And will it be?" asked Bawdsey, doubtfully.
"It is at an end now. I am quite content not to see Lola again so long as she leaves Miss Ward alone."
"I will try and keep her away," said the detective, "but I have very little influence with her."
"Tell her I am angry and will be still more angry if she does not keep away from Curzon Street. Well, we have discussed this matter. I now want to hear what you meant by your reference to my father. Do you know who killed him?"
Bawdsey shook his head. "I can't say for certain, but I can tell you who might know."
"Who is that?"
"Mr. Roger Ireland."
George looked astonished. "But that is ridiculous," he said. "Mr. Ireland told me that he did not know."
"Oh, I don't say that he knows for certain. But he is better acquainted with the matter than you think."