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Pendean," she said; then Brendon walked in and the widow shut the door behind him. Jenny Pendean rose from her chair by the table where she was writing letters and Brendon saw the auburn girl of the sunset. The girl had evidently dressed that morning without thought or care perhaps unconsciously. Her wonderful hair was lifted and wound carelessly upon her head; her beauty had been dimmed by tears.
He guessed what had happened and was concerned rather with Jenny Pendean than the romantic personality before him. But that the stranger could still be here, exiled in this lonely spot, told him quite as much as the man's words. He was not chained to "Crow's Nest" with his great ambitions in abeyance for nothing. Mark, however, pretended to miss the significance of Giuseppe's confession.
Pendean appeared to be a very handsome creature indeed, and it was at the moment I studied her features through a magnifying glass that I won my first conviction of a familiar likeness. "It is a rule with me, when any sudden flash of intuition throws real or false light upon a case, to submit the inspiration to a most searching and destructive analysis and bring every known fact against it.
"Yet it seems incredible, Mrs. Pendean, that such an afflicted creature, if alive, should still be evading the general search. Can you tell me from where this letter came? We ought to have heard of it instantly." "So I told my Uncle Bendigo." "Is he sure that it really does come from his brother?" "Yes; there is no doubt about that. The letter was posted in Plymouth.
This blind I held valuable, and indeed it proved to be; for it concentrated attention on the port and led to the theory that Robert had escaped to France or Spain. Thus closed our opening episode. The murder of Michael Pendean became received as a fact capable of everything but proof absolute, while the escape of Robert Redmayne offered an insoluble problem to the authorities.
"It is all to the good that you can be so wise," answered Mark quietly. "I admire your splendid patience and courage, Mrs. Pendean, and and would do for you, and will do, everything that wit of man can." "Thank you, kind friend," she replied. Then she shook his hand and bade him farewell. "Will you let me know if you leave here?" he asked. "Yes since you wish it."
She's far too plucky to whisper her troubles; but she can't hide her face, where they may be read." Mr. Ganns said nothing and Mark spoke again. "Do you begin to see any light?" "Not much upon the main problem. A minor feature has cleared, however. I know the rock you split upon, my son. You were in love with Jenny Pendean from the moment you knew that she was a widow.
There were masks and brushes and several specimens of large Dartmoor foxes, who had run their last and now stood stuffed in cases hung upon the walls. "Do I speak to Mrs. Pendean?" asked Brendon; but the old woman shook her head. "No, sir. I'm Mrs. Edward Gerry, widow of the famous Ned Gerry, for twenty years Huntsman of the Dartmoor Foxhounds. Mr. and Mrs.
Pendean and informed her that he would visit Station Cottages on the following evening. It happened, however, that his letter crossed another and his plans were altered, for Jenny Pendean had already left Princetown and joined Mr. Bendigo Redmayne at his house, "Crow's Nest," beyond Dartmouth. She wrote: "My uncle has begged me to come and I was thankful to do so.
And yet he was frank; nor did his response perhaps surprise her, though she appeared to be astonished. "There's only one answer, Mrs. Pendean: I'm jealous of Signor Doria." "Jealous! Why, Mr. Brendon what have you to envy him?" "You would not be likely to guess," he replied, though in truth Jenny had already done so accurately enough.
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