The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-14
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! ouo SuoPCSSCu VI muluCIs
Jenny goes to live with her uncle
Bendigo Redmayne. Robert visit.
Bendigos -neighborhood and send.
word to his brother to meet him il
a nearby cave. Giuseppe Doria, who
works for Bendigo, takes his mas
ter to the meeting place. Wher
Doria calls to. bring Bendigo home
he finds an empty cave.
Jenny marries Doria and they &c
to live in Italy, where Jenny's uncle
Albert Redmayne, lives. Robert il
seen in Italy. Peter Cams, famous
American detective, assists Brendon
in his Investigations. Brendon
meets Robert and the latter shoots
at the detective.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Brcndon demurred. Remember
I'm not stranger to him, Cams.
saw and spoke with him by the pool
in Foggintor Quarry before the MUIR
der"
"What Of it? You've never spok-
en- with him since; and, what's more,
you've never seen him since, either.
You've seen forgery. 1t was a
forger that looked at you on your
way back to Dartmouth in the moon
light. It was forger that robbed
the farm for food and lived in the
cave and cut Bendigo Redmayne's
throat. It was forger 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 /
am right. I'm only saying that, wild
though it sounds, it fits and makes
logical story even though that
story beats all experience. 1t might
have happened; and if it didn't hap.
pen, then I'm damned if Il know
what did, or what is happening at
this moment"
Brendon delayed his answer and
his face was racked with many poig-
nant emotions.
Il can't, believe it," he. replied at
length, in. voice which indicated
the extent of his mental amazement
and perturbation; 'but shall new
ertheless do exactly as you direct.
That is we'll within my power and
obviously my duty"
Good boy. And now we II have
something to eat. You've got it
clear? The time is all important"
Mark scanned his notebook in
which he had made voluminous en-
tries. Then, he nodded and shut it.
Suddenly Mr.. Cams laughed. The
others book reminded him of an in
cident. ti%a''
"A funny little thing happened
yesterday afternoon that forgot"
he said. "I'd turned in, leaving my
notebook by my head, when there
came visitor to my room. I was
asleep all right, but, my heaviest
sleep won't hold through the noise
of fly on the windowpane; and ly-
ing with my face to the door heard
a tiny sound and lifted one eyelid.
The door opened and Signor Doria
put his nose in. Over he came as
quiet as spider, and l let him get
within yard. Then l yawned and
shifted. He was gone like a mos
quito, and half an hour later
heard him again. But I got up and
he didn't do more than listen out
side. 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 a few things I'd like to
put to you,"' he said. "You needn't
let on to anybody else about it and
We won't start together. You know
my favorite stroll up the hill. Meet
me at the corner-say seven o'clock"
Giuseppe gladly agreed.
They assembled the hill side by side
and the elder invited Doria's aid.
Between, ourselves" he began, al
am not too we'll pleased with the
way this inquiry is panning out. In
plain words there's some dope COM
ing between Mark and his work, and
should like to hear what you think |
OF him, you being an independent
witness and a pretty shrewd cuss."
"Marco is in love with my wife,"
answered Giuseppe calmly. "That
is what's the matter with him. And.
as don't trust my wife in this af-
fair and still believe that she knows |
more about the red man than any.
body else, ! think, as long as she
hoodwinks Brendon, he will be no
manner Of use to YOU"
Peter pretended to be much as
tonished.
They proceeded slowly and Peter
kept the ball Of conversation rolling
while he, pretended to be very busy
with his plans and projects.
Then very strange thing han
pened. For, there stood Robert Red
mayne, his@great, red head and huge
thrusting out of the gloom.
He stared quite motionless. His
hands were by his sides; the stripes
'f his tweed jacket could be seen
md the gilt buttons on the familiar
ed waistcoat.
Doria started violently. then stiff
'ned. For q moment he failed to
conceal his surprise and cast one
ook of evident horror and 'amaze-
nent at the apparition.