New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-06-22
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BFendon read the letter again,
studied its neat ealigranhy, and obs
served that a tear had hl0tted the
middle OF the sheet, Once more he
said damn" 10 himself. dropped his
fishing basket and rod. turned up the
collar Of his macintosh, and walked
10 the police station, where he heard
little OF the matter IN hand from a
constable and then asked for permits
sion 20 uss the telephone, In FIVE
minutes he was speaking 20 his own
chief at Scotland Yard. and the IA
miliar coekney voice OF Inspector
Harrison came over the two hundred
odd miles that separated the metrop-
oils OF convicts from the metropolis
OF the world.
"Man apparently murdered here.
Inspector. Chap who Is thought to
have done II disappeared. Widow
wants me 10 take up case. I'm un-
willing 10 do so: but II looks like
duty" So spoke Brendon.
Fright. II II looks like duty. do
II. Let me hear again tonight. Half
yard. chief at Princetown is an old
friend OF mine. Very good man.
Goodby."
Mark then learned that Inspector
Halfyard was already at Toggintor.
I'm on this" said Mark to the
constable. "I'll come in again. Tell
the inspector TO expect me at noon for
all details. I'm going tc see Mrs.
Pendean now"
The policeman saluted. He knew
Brendon very we'll by sight.
The detective nodded. Then he
sought No. 8, Station Cottages.
The little row of attached houses
ran off at right angles to the high
street of Princetown.
Brendon knocked at No. and was
admitted by thin, gray-haired wo-
man who had evidently been she'd
ding tears He found himslf In
little hall decorated with many tro-
phies of fox hunting.
"Do / speak to Mrs. Pendean?'
asked Brendon: but the old woman
shook her head.
mo sir. rs Mrs. Edward Gerry,
widow of the famous Ned Gerry, for
twenty years Huntsman of the Dart
moor Foxhounds. Mr. and Mrs
|
my lodger."
rs she ready to see me?
shes cruel hard hit, poor lady.
What name, SIR"
"Mr Mark Brendon."
Mrs. Gerry opened a door upon the
right hand of the entrance.
THE great Mr.. Brendon be here,
Mrs. Pendean," she said; then Bren-
ion walked in and the widow shut
he door behind him.
Jenny Pendean rose from her chair
~ the table where she was writing
etters and Brendon saw the auburn
,irl Of the sunset.
CHAPTER II.
The Problem Stated
AS Mark entered the girl rose and
aw In his face an establishment which
eemed not much to surprise her, for
he was used to admiration and knew
hat her beauty startled men.
Brendon, though he felt his heart
eat uuicklier at his discovery, soon
ad himself in hand. He spoke with
act and sympathy feeling himself
lready committed to serve her with
II his wits and strength.
"Mrs Pendean," he said, II am
cry glad that you learned I was in
'rincetown and it will be a privilege
, serve you If can"
perhaps it was selfish to ask you
your HOLIDAYS" she said. But,
,mehow, I felt"
Think nothing whatever of that.
hope that what lies before us may
OF take very long. You will do well
, let me know everything bearing
pom it that went before this sad
fair"
IT can throw no light at ALL" she
i'd. "It has come like a. thunder
DIT and I still find my mind refusing
accept the story that they have
fought to me-"