San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-13
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Uncle Robert had told us about
his engagement to a young woman
the sister of a comrade in. the war
She was stopping at Paignton with
her parents and he was now going
| TO return TO her. He made US
| promise to come to Paignton next
August for the Torbay Regatta; aud
in secret / begged him to write to
both my other uncles and explain
| that he was now satisfied Michael
had done his bit in the war.
LAST night Uncle Robert and
Michael went, after an early tea, to
! the bungalow, but did not accom-
pany them on this occasion. They
ran around by road on Uncle Robert
motor bicycle, my husband sitting
behind him, as he always did.
Supper time came and neither OF
them appeared. l am speaking of
last night now. / did not bother till
midnight, but then l grew frightened.
l went to the police station, saw In
spector Halfyard, and told him that
my husband and uncle had not come
back from Foggintor and that was
anxious about them"
Mrs. Pendean stopped and Bren-
don rose.
She shook his hand and fleeing
ghost of a smile, infinitely pathetic
but unconscious, touched her face.
At the police station car was
waiting for Mark and in twenty min
utes he had reached Foggintor.
Inspector Halfyard rose as Bren-
don appeared, came forward, and
shook hands.
"Have you searched the quar-
ries?"
"Come out to the bungalow and
I'll tell you what there is to tell.
There's been murder all right, but
we're more likely to find the MUIR
derer than his victim"
They went out together and soon
stood in the building.
Now let's have the story from
where you come in" said Brendon,
and Inspector Halfyard told his tale.
Somewhere about a quarter after
midnight ! was knocked up. Down
l came and Constable Ford, on duty
at the time, told me that Mrs. Pen
dean was wishful to see me.
Her husband and her uncle, Cap.
tain Redmayne, had gone to the bun.
galow, as they often did after work
ing hours, TO carry on bit; but ut
midnight they hadn't come home. and
she was put about for 'em. Hear
ing of the motor bike, / thought there
might have been a breakdown, if not
an accident, so / told Ford to knock
up another chap and go down along
the road. Which they did do-and
Ford came back at half after three
with ugly news that they'd seen no
body. but they'd found a great pool
of blood inside the bungalow-as IL
somebody had been sticking a pig
there. Twas daylight by then and i
motored out instanter.
Il looked around very carefully for
anything in the nature of a clue, but
i couldn't see so much as button
The quarrymen don't work here be-
cause this place hasn't been open for
more than hundred years, but they
go to Dukes quarry down at Meri-
vale, and most OF EN- have push
bikes to take 'em to and from their
job.
AT their cottages, on my way
back to breakfast, ! got some infor-
nation of very definite kind. Tive
men told the same tale and they
hadn't met before they told it. One
was Jim Bassett, under foreman ut
Dukes. quarry. and one was Ring
rose. the water bailiff who lives in
the end cottage. Bassett was smoking
at his door at 10 o'clock and Robert
Redmayne came alone, pushing hi'