San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-30

Mark Brendon, criminal Investigate
or, is trying TO solve the mystery of
the disappearance of Michael, husband
Of Jenny Pendean. JennyTs uncle,
Robert Reymayne, is missing and sus-
pccted OF murder.
Jenny goes to live with her uncle,
Bendigo Redmayne. Robert visits
Bendigos neighborhood and sends
word to his brother to meet him in
nearby cave. Giuseppe Doria, who
works for Bendigo, takes his master
to the melting place. When Doria
calls 10 bring Bendigo home he finds
an empty cave.
Jenny marries poria and they go
TO live in Italy, where Jenny's uncle.
Albert Redmayne, lives. Robert is
seen in Italy. Peter Cams, famous
American detectives, assists Brendon
in his investigations. Brendon meets
Robert and the latter shoots at the
detective. Now 90 on with the story.
Brendon demurred. Remember, I
am not a stranger to him, Cams. i
saw and spoke with him by the pool
in Foggintor Quarry before the MUIR
der
What of it? You've never spoken
with him since: and, what's more.
you've never seen him since, either.
You've seen a forgery. 1t was a forg-
cry that looked at you on your way
back TO Dartmouth in the moonlight.
1t was n forgery that robbed the farm
for food and lived in the cave and
cut Bendigo Redmayne's throat. 1t
was a forgery that tried to shoot you
and missed.
Mr.. Cams took snuff again and
continued.
Mind" concluded Peter. who had
spoken without ceasing for nearly two
hours, I'm not saying that I am
right. Tn only saying that. wild
though it sounds. it fits and makes a
logical story even though that story
beats all experience. 1t might have
happened; and if it didn't happen,
then I'm damned if l know what did.
or what is happening at this moment"
Brendon delayed his answer and his
face was racked with many poignant
emotions.
II cant believe it." he replied at
length in voice which indicated the
extent Of his mental amazement and
perturbation "But l shall neverthc-
less do exactly as you direct. That
is well within my power and obviously
my duty
"Good boy. And now we'll have
something to eat. You've got it clear:
The time is all important.
Mark scanned his notebook in which
he had made voluminous entries. Then
he nodded and shut it.
Suddenly Mr.. Cams laughed. The
others book reminded him of an in
cident.
"A funny little thing happened yes
terday afternoon that l forgot" he
said. "I'd turned in. leaving my note
book by my head, when there came a
visitor to my room. / was asleep all
right. but my heaviest sleep won't hold
through the noise of fly on the win
dow pane: and lying with my face to
the door / heard tiny sound and
lifted one eyelid. The door opened
and Signor Doria put his nose in.
Over he came as quiet as n spider.
and / let him get within a yard. Then
| yawned and shifted. He was gone
like mosquito. and half an hour
later heard him again. But I got
up and he didn't do more than listen
He wanted that book bad
you can guess how bad"
For two days Mr.. Cams declared
that he must rest; and then there
came an evening when he privately
invited Doria TO take a walk.
"There's few things I'd like TO
nut TO yOu," he said. "You needn't
let on to anybody else about it and
we won't start together. You know
my favoritc stroll up the hill. Met
me at the corner-say seven o'clock"
Giuseppe gladly agreed.
They assembled the hill side bv side
and the elder invited Doria's aid.
Between ourselves" he began. az
am not too well pleased with the way
this inquiry is panning out. In plain
words there's some done coming be-
tween Mark and his work. and I
should like to hear what you think of