"Absolutely, Mr. Warren."
"Anything further?"
"I'm afraid not, sir. You must understand—"
"Thanks. Well, Mr. Barry, I've decided to let the matter drop for the present."
The private detective's face fell. He had been congratulating himself on having secured a "good thing." But he brightened at his patron's next words.
"Will ten pounds satisfy you?"
"Why, sir, it's very good of you!"
Bullard passed him a couple of notes. "I may want your services later.
Good-bye."
Re-entering the hotel he passed through to the door opening on the Square, had a cab summoned, and drove to his lodging of the previous night.
"Wake up, Dunning! I've remembered your name this time, you see! We'll be in London to-morrow! Meanwhile, to business! If you're hungry, you can have something to eat in the car."