Westerham stared at Lady Kathleen with some astonishment.
“I give you my word that I did not know him then,” he said, “even if I know him now.”
“Ah!” she darted a look of suspicion at him.
“Yes, I know Bagley, and I know Melun, and I know a man called Crow.”
Lady Kathleen's face blanched.
“And what else?” she asked.
He threw out his arms. “Nothing! I swear to you I know absolutely nothing else, except—and that, of course, is obvious—that you and your father go in deadly fear of all the three. Why, I cannot tell. If you will only enlighten me a little I may do much to help you.”
“No, no!” she cried, “it is simply out of the question. The secret is not mine, but my father's.”
“Then let me go to Lord Penshurst,” urged Westerham.