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Updated: June 18, 2025
Indeed I was unusually blessed, for I had a greater than myself for companion on my voyage. Like twin stars we cast a blended light; we shone and vanished together, never to be named apart henceforth. Let not my legacy to Peter Ganns be forgotten, or that I appoint Mark Brendon executor and residuary legatee. With him I have no quarrel; he did his best to save the situation for us.
Ganns set off in a white waistcoat and other adornments; Giuseppe also left the villa, promising to return in a few hours; and Brendon joined Albert in his sleeping apartment. For a time they were alone together and then came Jenny with some soup. She stopped to chat for a little while and, finding her uncle apparently somnolent and disinclined to talk, turned to Mark and spoke under her breath.
"You must impart your wisdom and gay spirit to Signor Marco," said Giuseppe to Mr. Ganns, when Brendon was out of earshot with Jenny. "He is a very dull dog and does not even listen when I talk. Not simpatico, I suppose. He will never find out anything. Will you, I wonder? Have you any ideas? A new broom sweeps clean, as you say."
"Yes; I've appealed to my chief and got permission to pick this up again. My holiday's due and I'll go to Italy instead of Scotland. I was in it from the first, you know." "I do know I know all about it, from my old pal, Albert Redmayne. He wrote me the most lucid dispatch that ever I read." "You can go, Mr. Ganns?" "I must go, boy. Albert wants me." "Could you get off in a week?" "A week!
I will not allow that. Write to him at Turin and entreat him from me to abandon anything that he may have in hand and join us instantly here. We need not keep him long; but he can look after us for a while until we learn when Ganns and Brendon are to be expected." Jenny promised, without much enthusiasm, to call her husband to the rescue. "He will laugh and perhaps refuse to come," she said.
Brendon arrived at Villa Pianezzo just as the twain were starting on their missions, and he and Peter walked to the landing stage with them and saw them departing in different steamers. Even this arrangement, however, failed to satisfy Ganns. He was mysterious.
To-night." "To-night, sir! Do you reckon that Mr. Redmayne is in any danger?" "Don't you?" "He's forewarned and you see he's taking great precautions." "Brendon," said Mr. Ganns, "run round and find when the night boat sails from Dover, or Folkestone. We'll reach Paris to-morrow morning, I guess, catch the Rapide for Milan, and be at the Lakes next day. You'll find we can do so.
He clearly knew the tall figure, but there was no friendship or understanding in the bewildered stare he now turned upon the shadow that filled the path. For a moment he brushed his hand over his eyes, as though to remove the object upon which he glared; then he looked again to find the lane empty and Ganns gazing at him. "What's wrong?" asked Peter. "Christ!
"Surely you have caught everybody you ever tried to catch, Peter?" asked Albert. "There is a reason why I shall not catch him," replied Ganns, sipping from his little Venetian glass. "Can it be that you think him not a man at all but a ghost, Mr. Ganns?" asked Jenny, round-eyed. "He has already suggested a ghost," said Mark, "but there are different sorts of ghosts, Mrs. Doria. I see that, too.
The elder was full of an approaching event. "To think that to-day you and Poggi meet!" he exclaimed. "Peter, my dear man, if you do not love Virgilio I shall be broken-hearted." "Albert," answered Mr. Ganns. "I have already loved Poggi for two years.
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