The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-07-10
CHAPTER XIII
The Sudden Return to England

Peter Cams sat next day and spoke
to Albert Redmayne on a little gal.
ltry that extended from the dining
lake. Here. for half an hour, he
talked and listened until Jenny should
be ready for him.
| They set the world right together
and their thoughts drifted into a re-
gion of benignant aspirations. Then
came Jenny and presently the detec-
tive followed her into a garden Of
flowers behind Villa Pianezzo.
Giuseppe and Mr.. Brendon have
gone to the hills she said. And
now I am ready to talk to you, Mr..
Cams"
He looked at her beautiful face
intently.
"Show me the silkworms," he said.
They entered the lofty shed rising
above a thicket behind the villa-a
suffered apartment where twilight
reigned
Never mummy was wound so ex-
quisitely as the silkworms chrysalis,"
said Pier; and Jenny chatted cheer
fully about the silken industry and
its varied interests, but found that
Mr.. Cams could tell her much more
than she was able to tell him.
He listened with attention, how
ever, and only by gradual stages de-
fiected conversation to the affairs that
had brought him. Presently he indi-
Gated an aspect of her own position.
Did it ever strike you that it was
a bold thing to marry within little
more than nine mnoths Of your
first husbands disappearance, Mrs.
Doria?" he asked.
ut did not; but I shivered when I
heard you talking yesterday. And
call me Jenny not Mrs. Doria,' Mr..
| Cams"
Love has always been very i'm.
patient of law" he declared; "but
the fact is that unless proof of an
exceptional character can be submit
ted. the English law is not prepared
to say of any man that he is dead
until seven years have passed from
the last record of him among the liv-
ing. Now there is rather a serious
difference between seven years and
nine months, Jenny"
She looked at him with a face full
of unhappiness.
II can trust you. You are wise
and know life. have not married a.
man, but a devil!''
He took snuff and listened, while
the unfortunate woman raved of her
error.
Peter studied her very carefully,
yet, for the moment, showed no great
sympathy.
you are thinking of something"
she said.
Naturally. What you have told
me as to your relations with your
italian husband offers. considerable
food for thought. Does Giuseppe
know that you no longer love him?"
II have hid it. The time has not
come to let him know that. He would
be revenged. and God knows what
form his revenge might take. Till
have escaped from him, he must not
dream that I have changed"
They parted presently and Jenny
returned to the house, while the de-
tective, finding a comfortable chair
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fragrance of the red blossom above
him, regretted that LIS vice had large
ly spoiled his sense of smell, took
snuff and opened his notebook. He
wrote in it steadily for half an hour;
then he rose and joined Albert Red
mayne.
The elder was full of an approach
| ing event.
ITO think that today you and
Poggi meetr' he exclaimed. Peter,
my dear man, if you do not love Vir-
gilio 1 shall be broken-hearted.
Albert" answered Mr.. Cams. at
have already loved Poggi for two
years. Those you love, love; and
that means that our friendship is on
a very high plane indeed; for it
! often happens that nothing puzzles
us more Internally than our friends