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He expatiated upon Mr. Peter Ganns until his listeners wearied of the subject. Then Giuseppe Doria intervened with a personal problem. He desired to be dismissed and was anxious to learn from Brendon if the law permitted him to leave the neighbourhood. "For my part," he said, "it is an ill wind that blows good to nobody. I am anxious to go to London if there is no objection."
An hour later Mark Brendon had packed a bag and started in a police motor car for Paignton; but there was no more to be learned when he arrived. Inspector Reece shared Brendon's surprise that Redmayne had not been arrested.
The body stone in the vestry, which may at one time have marked the Bishop's own grave outside, is also said to bear traces of continental craftsmanship. The "mediaeval" gateway at the entrance of the neighbouring park is a sham. Luxborough, a village 6 m. S. of Dunster, lying amongst the Brendon hills. The gradients are discouraging to any but determined tourists.
"There are plenty even here, though you might not guess it. Giuseppe Doria sings to me and I go out in the launch now and then. I always travel to and fro that way when I have to visit Dartmouth for Uncle Ben and for the household provisions. And I am to have chickens to rear in the spring." "The Italian " "He is a gentleman, Mr. Brendon a great gentleman, you might say.
Is it true that my master and my friend is a dead man the old sea wolf dead?" "Yes," said Brendon drearily. "In my mind there is no doubt of it. It is also true that a thing has happened which I should have prevented and a life been lost which might have been saved. From the first I have taken too much on trust in this matter and believed all that I was told too readily."
It might have been in some cryptic tongue which Mr. Ganns could only with difficulty translate. Having finished he handed the communication back to Brendon and indicated a desire for silence. Mark lit a cigarette and sat surveying the other from the corner of his eye. At last the American spoke. "What about you? Can you go?"
"You have not answered my question," he reminded her. "Nor am I going to," she answered, smiling. "I am going to ignore it. It was really very nice of you, but to-morrow you will laugh at it as I do now." "Is it necessary," he said, "for me to tell you " "Stop, please," she said firmly. Brendon was silent. "Do not force me to take you seriously," she continued. "I like to think of your offer.
"Above all, what has puzzled me most in this horrid affair is you, Brendon," declared Giuseppe. "You are a great sleuth, we know; yet you are no better than the rest of us stupid people before these happenings and horrors. That made me wonder for a long time; but now I wonder no longer." "I'm beat and I own it. I've missed something vital the keystone of the arch.
Inspector Halfyard waited until Brendon had read the messages and put them down. "About as easy as shelling peas eh?" he asked. "I expected an arrest," answered the detective. "It can't be long delayed." As though to confirm him the telephone bell rang and Halfyard rose and entered the box to receive the latest information. "Paignton speaking," said the message.
For the love of Heaven, good signor, get to the bottom of it if you can. My idea is to set a trap for this red man and catch him, like a fox or other wild creature." "A very cute notion," declared Peter. "We'll rope you in, Giuseppe. Between you and me and the post, our friend Brendon has been barking up the wrong tree, you know.
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