"No. But they may suspect."
"Then their suspicion must be at once removed, my dear Bernie!" said the woman, in a decisive voice. "We are, I see, confronted with a very grave peril."
"I agree. Lionel will be wondering why I've not been up to see him since Sunday. I shall go up this afternoon, before the girl comes back from the bank. I've got a lot of stuff to take up to him. He's got no kettle, poor chap!"
"Ah! What a life he must lead," said the woman.
"It is his own fault. He was too curious—and he got the worst of it, as they all do!"
"But he was quite harmless. This fellow Durrant is our enemy."
"And he must be treated as such. I've found out a lot about his movements," said Boyne.
"You quickly find out about people, Bernie. You're really wonderful."
"Not very wonderful, Ena," he laughed. "I simply went a few days ago to Chalmers, the private inquiry agent in Regent Street who has done work for me often. I told him I had lent young Durrant money, and wanted to know something of his habits and of his friends. This morning I had a long confidential report about him. He lives out at Ealing."
"A pity you allowed the girl to stay with her aunt. Why ever did you do so?"