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There are days in which I feel that I could run a thousand spindles or manage a department store very well and very happily." "Why do you talk of things impossible? Good-bye!" "Until seven o'clock?" "Until seven." He had dismounted to speak to her and, holding Bendigo's bridle, had walked with her to the Harlow residence.
He preserved a quiet and orderly manner, ate well, took exercise with his guards and smoked many cigarettes. I may mention that the body of Robert Redmayne was found where he buried it; but the tides have deflected the beach gravels of Bendigo's grave and search there has revealed nothing.
"Meanwhile a false atmosphere is created under which he proceeds to his engagement at 'Crow's Nest. And then what happens? The first clue the forged letter, purporting to come from Robert Redmayne to his brother. Who sent it? Jenny Pendean on her way through Plymouth to her Uncle Bendigo's home. She and her husband are soon together again working for the next stroke.
Then in the quiet afternoon I took my way home, and about a mile above the village I met Jane. I alighted and took the bridle off Bendigo's neck over my arm, and asked permission to walk with her. She said she was going to Harlow House, and would be glad of my company.
What romance is this, Signora Jenny, that throws danger into the path of your dear uncle?" "It is the sudden threat and terror of my vanished brother," explained Mr. Redmayne. "You are familiar, Virgilio, with the terrible facts concerning Robert's appearance and Bendigo's disappearance.
"Now we get another lifelike report of runaway Robert; and finally Bendigo consents to visit him in his hiding-place. The lamp is going to burn and show the particular cave on that honeycombed coast where Bendigo's brother is supposed to be concealed. Another night comes and Ben goes to his death. Probably he was murdered instantly on landing and disposed of at sea.
"What shall you do and where may I count upon finding you if I want you, Mrs. Pendean?" he asked presently. She looked at Redmayne, not at Brendon, as she answered. "I am in Uncle Bendigo's hands. I know he will let me stop here for the present." "For keeps," the old sailor declared. "This is your home now, Jenny, and I'm very glad to have you here.
"It's always interesting to get a thing from every angle," answered Mr. Ganns. "Your brother may have something to tell us." But whether Bendigo's diary might have proved valuable remained a matter of doubt, for when Jenny opened the parcel, it was not there. A blank book and the famous novel were all the parcel contained. "But I packed it myself," said Mr. Redmayne.
The captain resolved to follow Bendigo's advice, but not to separate until they had proceeded some little way farther westward; so that the blacks, when they should discover their trail, would be influenced by the number of persons forming the party, and not venture to follow them. A strict watch was, of course, kept during the night.
The ancient and well-thumbed copy of "Moby Dick" he took for sentiment, and he also directed Jenny to pack for him Bendigo's "Log" a diary in eight or ten volumes. This he proposed to read at his leisure when home again. To the end of his visit he never ceased to lament the absence of Mr. Peter Ganns. "My friend is actually coming to Europe next year," he explained.
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