"Oh!" George wasn't at all satisfied, as he could not conceive how Bawdsey had induced Ireland to talk. However, he thought it wise to say no more, as he did not wish to make Bawdsey angry and thus run a chance of losing his explanation. "Go on."
"There is nothing more to say," said Bawdsey, rising. "Mr. Ireland declined to tell me who he thought was guilty, but he hinted that he had seen the lady in the blue domino unmasked."
"Did he recognize her?"
"I think he did, but he assured me that he could not be sure, and that he had not seen the lady again."
"Then he did know the face?"
Bawdsey's face assumed an impenetrable expression. "I can only refer you to Mr. Ireland," he said; "and as to Lola----"
"Oh, she'll turn up again," said Brendon, irritably. "Don't worry me about Lola. I wish you would marry her and take her back to your native land."
"What land am I native of, Mr. Brendon?" asked Bawdsey, calmly.
"America, I understand. You hinted as much when we met."
Bawdsey shook his head. "I am as English as you are," he declared.