The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-06-27
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A motor boat lay off Kngsweal
Ferry when Mark Brendon arrived
She was painted white and fur
nished with teak Her brasses ant
machinery glittered; the. engines ant
steering wheel were set forward, while
aft of the cabins and saloon an avn
ing was rugged over the stern. The
solitary sailor who controlled the
launch was in the act of furling this
protection against the sun as Marx
descended to the water; and while the
man did so, Brendon's eyes bright
ened, for passenger already occupied
saw Jenny Pendean.
The boat was speedy and she soon
slipped out between the historic cas-
ties that stood on either bank Ct the
entrance to the harbor.
Mrs. Pendean pointed to the man
in he bows. He sat upright, with
his back to them at the wheel forward
He had taken off his hat and was
singing very gently to himself, but
hardly loud enough to be heard
against the drone of the engines. His
song was from an early opera OF
Verdi.
Have you noticed that mem"
Mark shook his head.
He is an Italian. He comes from
Turin, but has worked in England for
some time"
She called to the boatman.
Stand out a mile or so, Doria, .
she said. ''I want Mr.. Brendon to
see the coast line"
AYE, aye, ma'am," he answered
and altered their course for the open
sea.
He had turned at Jenny Pendean's
voice and shown Mark a brown
bright, clean-shorn face Of great
beauty.
Giuseppe Doria has a wonderful
story about himself, continued Mrs.
Pendean. Uncle Ben tells me that he
claims descent from a very ancient
family and is the last Of the Dorias
of forget-some pleace near Ven.
timiglia."
The boat turned west presently
passed a panorama of cliffs and little
bays with sandy beaches, and anon
skirted higher and sterner precipices
which leaped 900 feet aloft.
Perched among them like a birds
nest stood a small house with win
dows that blinked out over the Chan
mel. 1t rose to tower room in the
midst, and before the front there
stretched a plateau, whereon stood g
flagstaff and spar, from the point OF
which fluttered a red ensign.
The motor launch slowed down an6
presently grounded her bow on the
pebbles. Then Doria stopped the en-
CINE, flung a gangway stage ashore
and stood by to hand Jenny Pen
dean and the detective to the beach
The place appeared to have no exit
but, behind a ledge Of rock, stairs
carved in the stone, wound upward
| guarded by an iron handrail. Jenny
led the way and Mark followed hel
until goa steps were climbed ant
| they stood on the terrace above.
1t was fifty yards long and GOV
cred with sea gravel. Two little brass
cannon thrust their muzzles over the
parapet to seward and the centra
space of grass about the flagpole was
neatly surrounded with a decoration
Of scallop shells.
Gould anybody but an old sailor
have created this place." asked Bren
don.
A middle-aged man with a telescope
under his arm came along the terrace
| to greet them. Bendigo Redmayne wa.
| square and solid with the cut of the
sea about him. His uncovered heaC
blazed with flaming, close clipped hail
and he wore also a short, red beart
and whiskers growing grizzled. Blu
his long upper lip was shaved HI
! had weather-beaten face-ruddy anf
deepening to purple about the -cheel
| bones-with eyebrows, rough as ben
grass, over deep-set, sulky eyes O.
reddish brown. His mouth was under
hung, giving him a pugnacious anC
bad-tempered appearance. Nor did hi,
looks appear to libel the old sailor Tt
Brendon, at any rate, he showed a.
first no very great consideration.
you've come. 1 see," he said, shak
ing hands. mo news?"
None, Mr.. Redmayne."
''Well, WE'LL To think Scotland Yart
can't find poor soul that's gone of
his rocker
you might have helped us to d.
So" said Mark shortly, eff it's tru,
that you've had a letter from you,
brother"
I'm doing it, amt I? It's here fol
you"
you've lost two days"
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