"Well," said Brendon, with a shrug, "I thought as much. Your accent fails at times. You are not a good actor, Bawdsey."
"I may be a better actor than you think, Mr. Brendon."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Never you mind, sir. I can hold my tongue when it suits me, and on this occasion it does suit me. But remember, Mr. Brendon, that whatever happens you have a friend in me."
"What is going to happen?"
Bawdsey shook his head solemnly. "One never knows. We are not out of the wood yet, Mr. Brendon."
"Are you referring to my father's murder?"
"And to Mrs. Jersey's. I have my suspicions, and--well, there's nothing more to be said. When I am certain I shall let you know."
"You have your suspicions, then?"
"Yes. But I shall not impart them to any one--not even to you."