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convinced that we do not know all
there is to be told about this terri
BILE thing. The motor boat from
Crows Nest will be at Kingswear
Ferry to meet the train reaching
there at two O'clock tomorrow and
hope you may still be at Paignton
and able to come here for few
hours"
She added word of thanks to
him and a regret that his holiday
was being spoiled by her tragedy. !
CHAPTER w
A Clue.
A motor boat lay off Kingswear
Ferry when Mark Brendon arrived.
She was painted white and fur
nishcd with teak. Her brasses and
machinery glittercd; the engines
and steering wheel were set forward,
while aft of the cabins and saloon
an awning was rugged over the stern.
The solitary sailor who controlled
the launch was in the act of furling I
this protection against the sun as
Mark descended to the water; and
while the man did so, Brcndon's eyes
frightened, for passenger already
occupied the boat; woman sat
there and he saw Jenny Pendean.
The boat was speedy and she soon
slipped out between the historic cas-
ties that stood on either bank of the
entrance to the harbor.
Mrs. Pendean pointed to the man
in the boys. He sat upright with
his back to them at the wheel for
ward. He had taken off his hat
and was singing very gently to him
elf, but hardly loud enough to be
heard against the drone of the en-
gines. His song was from an carly
opera of Verdi.
"Have you noticed that MANI"
Mark shook His head.
"Hc is an Italian. He comes from
Turin but has worked in England for
some time"
She called to the boatman.
"Stand out mile or so, Doria,"
she said. 81 want Mr.. Brendon to
see the coast line"
"Aye, aye, ma'am," he answered.
and altered their course for the OPP
en- sea.
He had turned at Jenney Pendean's
voice and shown Mark a brown,
bright, clean-shorn face of great
beauty.
"Giusepee Doria has wonderful
story about himself" continued Mrs.
Pendean. "Uncle Ben tells me that
he claims descent from very an
cient family and is the last of the
Dorias of forget-some place
| near Ventimiglia."
The boat turned west presently,
passed a panorama of cliffs and lit
tie bays with sandy beaches, and
anon skirted higher and sterner'
precipices, which leaped six hun
dred feet aloft.
Perched among them like birds
nest stood a small house with win
dows that blinked out over the
Channel. 1t rose to a tower room
in the midst, and before the front
there stretched plateau, whereon
stood flagstaff and spar, from the
point of which fluttered a red en-
sign.
The motor launch slowed down
and presently grounded her bow on
the pebbles. Then Doria stopped
the engine, flung a gangwA stage
ashore, and stood by to hand Jenny
Pendean 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 her until two hun
dred steps were climbed and 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 para pet to seward and
the central space of grass about the
i flagpole was neatly surrounded with
decoration of scallop shells.
i "Could anybody but an old sailor
have created this placer" asked
} Brendon.
A middlc-aged man with tele-
scope under his arm came along the
} terrace to greet them. Bendigo
} Redmayne was square and solid with
the cut of the sea about him. His
uncovered head blazed with flaming,
close-clipped hair and he wore also
a short, red beard and whiskers
growing grizzled. But his long up
, per lip was shaved. He had a
weather-beaten face-ruddy and
deepening to purple about the cheek
bones-with eyebrows, rough as bent
grass, over deep-set, sulky eyes Of
(, reddish brown. His mouth was un-
derhung, giving him pugnacious
and bad-tempered appearance. Nor
did his looks appear to libel the old
(. sailor. To Brendon, at any rate, he
showed at first no very great con-
sideration.
you've come see," he said,
shaking hands. mo news?' !
"None, Mr.. Redmayne."
+ "Well, we'll! To think Scotland
d Yard can't find poor soul that's
gone off his rocker!"
i you might have helped US to do
l So" said Mark shortly, IF it's trul
e that you've. had letter from yoxr
: brother"
t"Im doing it, amt L? It's here
n for YOU"
y you've lost two days."
Continued in Our Next Issue)
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