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His purpose henceforth was to watch Doria unseen and so discover whom he served. Thus he would kill two birds with one stone and simplify action for Peter Ganns when he returned. Brendon climbed steadily upward and presently sat down to rest upon a little, lofty plateau where, in the mountain scrub, grew lilies of the valley and white sun-rose.
Perhaps it embraces the mystery man we want to catch Robert Redmayne? Does Doria know more about him than you or I do! And you have found it out? There may be quite a number of things that make you hate Doria. So think it over and consider if to hear any of them would help me." Jenny looked at Peter with profound interest. "You are a very wonderful man, Mr. Ganns."
"And our life is concerned with his vileness," Mark answered. "I hate myself sometimes and wish I was a grocer or a linen draper or even a soldier or sailor. It's degrading to let your life's work depend on the wickedness of your fellow creatures, Ganns. I hope a time is coming when our craft will be as obsolete as bows and arrows." The elder laughed. "What does Goethe say somewhere?" he asked.
The fact seemed implicitly woven into her long letter, though another, less vitally interested in the writer, might have failed to observe it. Regretting only that Albert Redmayne's friend must be approached and hoping that Mr. Peter Ganns would at least allow him a few days' start, Brendon sought the famous American and found his direction without difficulty.
"No no, signor; I have no nerves. I saw nothing. It was a shadow." Ganns instantly dismissed the subject and appeared to attach no importance whatever to it; but Doria's mood was altered. He became less expansive and more alert. "We'll turn now," announced Peter half an hour afterwards. "You're a smart lad and you've given me a bright thought or two. We must lecture Mark.
"We drift, as you say," answered Ganns, dusting his white waistcoat. "We are suffering from a sort of universal shell shock, Albert; and from my angle of observation I perceive how closely crime depends upon nerves. Indifference in the educated takes the shape of lawlessness in the masses; and the breakdown of our economical laws provokes to fury and despair.
Upon his last night but one, Pendean retired as usual and apparently slept for some hours with the bedclothes up to his face. A warder sat on each side of him and a light was burning. Suddenly he gave a sigh and held out his hand to the man on his right. "See that goes to Peter Ganns it is my legacy," he said. "And remember that Mark Brendon is my heir."
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!
"Never mummy was wound so exquisitely as the silkworm's chrysalis," said Peter; and Jenny chatted cheerfully about the silken industry and its varied interests, but found that Mr. Ganns could tell her much more than she was able to tell him. He listened with attention, however, and only by gradual stages deflected conversation to the affairs that had brought him.
"My heart, Signor Ganns, is with these boys. They are a brave and valiant people and their lives are very dangerous and thrilling and interesting. They are heroes and not villains at all. Our woman, Assunta, is the widow of a free trader. She has good friends among them." "Now, Peter, tell us all that is in your mind," urged Mr. Redmayne as he poured out five little glasses of golden liqueur.
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