"Which house? Be explicit, please."
Mrs. Ward was growing angry at this calm defiance. "In the house in Amelia Square. You went there to prevent that Brendon creature from making Mrs. Jersey confess."
Lord Derrington laughed. "You would not make a good lawyer," said he. "By your own showing I did not know that Brendon was to be at Mrs. Jersey's on that night."
"I certainly came to tell you," said Mrs. Ward, feeling that she had missed a point, "but you could easily have heard it elsewhere."
"Who from? Brendon did not advertise in the papers that he was stopping with Mrs. Jersey on the night in question."
"Then Mr. Train----"
"I met Mr. Train for the first time at your house the other night."
"Dorothy told you," said Mrs. Ward, determined not to surrender any advantage she might have gained.
"You can ask your daughter and she will tell you that I had not seen her all that week. Is there any one else, Mrs. Ward?"
The little woman rose to her feet with an artificial laugh and shook out perfume from her silken skirts. "You are very clever and obstinate, Lord Derrington, but how will you explain this--" she pointed to the stiletto--"to the authorities?"