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| neaO went through MS Skull ike
butter.
The cleaning had long thickencd
to darkness when went my way
+. and laid the trail through Two
Bridges, Postbridge and Ashburt6n
to Brixham. Once only was l both
ered--at the gate across the road by
BriXham coast-guard station; but /
lifted the motor bicycle over it and
presently assembled to the cliffs of
Berry Head. Fate favored me in de-
tails, for, despite the hour, theSe
were witnesses to every step Of the
route.
1 On the cliff emptied my sack,
cast its stuffing to the winds, fast
ened my handbag to the bicycle,
thrust the blood stained sack into a
rabbit hole, where it could not fail
to be discovered, and then returned
to Robert Redmayne's lodging at
Paignton. There a telegram had
already been sent informing the
landlady of his return that night.
| l changed into the serge suit, cap
and brown shoes of Doria and pack
ed Redmayne's clothes, twceds and
snowy waistcoat, boots and stock
ings into my, handbag with the wig
and mustaches and my weapon.
l walked to Newton Abbot and
reached that town before six o'clock.
At the railway station I breakfasted
and presently took a train to Dart
mouth. Before noon reached
Grows Nest" and made acquaint
ance with Bendigo Redmayne.
But he had little leisure for me
Mt this moment, for there had al
ready come news from his niece of
the mysterious fatality on Dart
moor.
Needless to say that my thoughts
were now entirely devoted to my
wife and longed for her first com
mnnication. Our briefest separation
caused me pain, for our souls were
as one and we had not been parted,
save for my visit TO SOUTHAMPTON,
since our marriage day.
1t was her exquisite thought to
involve the man from Scotland Yard.
When l sought to destroy him on
Griante and believed that l had done
so, the man displayed an ingenuity
for which l tid not give him credit
and unconsciously laid the founda-
lions of subsequent disaster.
The letter which Bendigo Redmay-
ne received, and supposed had come
from his brother at Plymouth, was \
ported by Jenny on her journey to
Grows Nest" We had written it
together week earlier and studied \
her uncle's Indifferent penmanship
very carefully before doing so.
We proposed to let six months
pass before the death of Bendigo
Redmayne, and We were already con,
templating details and considerinl
how best to bring his brother back
upon the stage for the purpose of
Ben's destruction, when Mark Bren-
don Numbered in upon ussonce again.
swiftly brought Robert Redmay-
ne to life; and though, with n.ore
leisure for refinements, should
not have clothed him in his old at
tire, yet that crude detail possessed
served to deceive Brendon.
Of subsequent events, most are so
familiar that there is no need to re- i
trace them.
My tears fall when l think of nv l
Jenny and her as
founding mastery of minutiae at
Crows Nest"-her finesse and OK
quisite touch, her kittenlike deli |
cacy, her cat-like swiftness and
sureness. The two beings involved
were as children in her hands. Oh,
precious phoenix of a woman. YOU
md were of the same spirit.
Sneaded into our clay!
say that accident made radical
alteration of design vital, for 1 had
intended, on the night when Robert
Redmayne would come and see Ben
ilgo, to murder the old sailor in his !
.ower room and remove him before
morning with my wife's assistance.
sui the victim postponed his own
for upon the night when
lis death was intended, during nv
previous conversation with him
ouching Jenny, I had perceived, by
lis clumsy glances and evidence of
'nxlety, that somebody else was in
he tower room--unseen..
There was but one hiding place
nd but one man likely to occupy it.
did not indicate that l had discov-
red the secret and it was not the
effective who gave himself away:
ut, once alive to his presence, I
Witty marked flash of light at
ne OF the little ventilation holes in
ne cupboard and perceived that our
leuth stood hid within it.
having conveyed, the old sailor to
ne cave, where, on my recent run
p the coast after dropping Bren-
on, l had already looked in and
GIFTED the lamp, l landed behind 1
I'm and, as his foot touched the
hore the pole-axe fell. He was dead
an instant and five minutes latx
MS blood ran upon the sand.
Once more my amazing wife an/
parted for brief period and then
had the Joy Of introducing her to
tally, where the remainder Of our
ask awaited US.
And now for Italy. It. is true that
my early manhood I had suffered
sad accident at Naples, the secret
which was known to my mother
nd myself alone l therefore enter
a'nsd some grudge against her
'untry; but the fact at no time
ssened my love for the south.
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