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"I shall want you here; but our understanding must be complete before I leave. "Trust me for that," said Mark. "I do." "You want me to look after Mr. Redmayne?" "No; I look after him. He's my first care. I haven't broke it to him yet; but he's going with me." Brendon considered and his thought flushed his cheek. "You can't trust him with me, then?" "It's not you.
Peter's philosophy seemed to Brendon of a very mild quality, and he wondered how a man who looked at human nature in a spirit so hopeful, if not credulous, should yet own those extraordinary gifts the American possessed. Upon these, surely, and not his genial and elemental faith, was his fame founded.
There could be no mistaking the man, and Brendon, rejoicing that daylight would now enable him to come to grips at last, flung down his bouquet and leaped straight for the other. But it appeared that the watcher desired no closer contact. He turned and ran, heading upward for a wild tract of stone and scrub that spread beneath the last precipices of the mountain.
Come alone to-morrow morning to the old oak in Brendon wood, and you shall be duly informed. Mind, come alone: if you attempt to bring one or more with you, it will be simply lost labour, for then there will be no one to meet you. You have nothing to fear as to any harm to your own person, or interference with your liberty." There was no signature to the letter, either of name or initials.
"Have you another communication something from the past I can compare with this?" he asked. Bendigo nodded. "I reckoned you'd want that," he answered and produced a second letter from his desk. It related to Robert Redmayne's engagement to be married and the writing was identical. "And what do you think he's done, Mr. Redmayne?" Brendon asked, pocketing the two communications.
Ganns then announced his intention of going later to the town of Como, and he invited Doria and Brendon to accompany him; but Mark, already familiar with the part he had to play, declined, while Giuseppe also declared himself unable to take the trip. "I must make ready to return to Turin," he said. "The world does not stand still while Signor Pietro is catching his red man.
Perhaps he and not Robert Redmayne, or any other, cut Michael Pendean's throat?" "Impossible. Consider. Is not Michael's widow Doria's wife?" "What, then? I'm not saying she knew he was the murderer." "Another thing: Doria was the servant of Bendigo Redmayne at the time." "And how do you know even so much?" Brendon showed impatience. "My dear Ganns, that's common knowledge." "Common nothing!
He was very superstitious, as sailors often are, and not until Jenny had seen and spoken with her uncle, did Bendigo believe that a living man wanted to see him." "The fact that it was actually Robert Redmayne and no ghost is proved by that incident, Ganns," added Mark Brendon. "That the man who came to 'Crow's Nest' was in truth Robert Redmayne we can rest assured through Mrs.
But one fact is clear: my brother wrote this letter and he wrote it from Plymouth; and since he hasn't been reported from Plymouth, I feel very little doubt the thing he wanted to happen has happened." Then he turned to his niece. "We'll have a cup of tea in half an hour, Jenny. Meantime I'll take Mr. Brendon up to the tower room along with me." Mrs.
"Come to breakfast," said Mark, whose toilet was now completed. "I'll get a motor in a quarter of an hour and run out as quick as may be." They swallowed a hasty meal and Giuseppe displayed growing excitement. He begged Brendon to bring other policemen with him, but this Mark declined to do. "Plenty of time for that," he said. "We may catch him easy enough. I shall do nothing until I have seen Mr.
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