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Peter, Subject to Marks approval,
are these. suggest that >S;gnor
Doria should take Brendon to the
scene in the hills where Robert RED
mayne appeared; while, by her lcavAs
7 have a talk with Mrs Jenny here"
CHAPTER XIII
The Sudden Return to England
Peter Cams sat next day and
spoke to Albert Rcdmayne on
little gallery that extended from
the dining room of the villa ana
overhung the lake. Here, for half
an hour, he talked and listened UNI
til Jenny should be ready for him.
They set the world right together
and their thoughts drifted into a
region of benignant aspirations.
Then came Jenny and presently the
detective followed her into garden
Of flowers behind Villa Pianezzo.
"Giuseppc and Mr.. Brcndon have
gone to the hills" she said. "And
now | am ready to talk to you, Mr.. q,
Cams"
He looked at her beautiful face
intently.
/ "Show me the silkworms," he said.
They entered the lofty shed rising
above thicket behind the villa-a
suffered apartment where twilight
reigncd.
"Never mummy was wound so ex-
quisitely as the silkworm's chrys-
ails," said Peter; and Jenny chat
ted cheerfully about the silken in
dustry and its varied interests, but
found that Mr.. Cams could tell her
much more than she was able to tell
him.
He listened with attention, how
ever, and only by gradual stages de-
Elected conversation to the affairs
that had brought him. Presently he
sndicatcd an aspect of her own posi-
ton.
did it ever strike you that it was
a bold thing to marry within little
more than nine months of your
first husbands Disappearance, Mrs.
Doria ?" he asked.
ut did not; but l shivcred when
l heard you talking yesterday. And
call me Jenny not MRS. DoriaF
Mr.. Cams"
Love has always been very i'm
patient of law" he declared: "but
the fact is that unless proof of an
exceptional character can be sub
mittcd, the English law is not pre-
pared to say of any man that he is
dead until seven years have passed
from the last record of him among
the living. Now there is rather a
serious difference between seven
years and nine months, Jenny"
She looked at him with face full
of unhappiness.
Il can trust you. You are wist
and know life. have not married a
man, but a devil!" 4
He took snuff and listened. while
the unfortunate woman raved of her
error.
Peter studied her very carefully.
yet, for the moment, showed no great
sympathy.
"You are thinking of something"
she said.
Naturally. What you have told
me as to your relations with your
Italian husband offers cons iderablc
food for thought. Does Giuseppe
know that you no longer love him ?"
II have hid it. The time has not
come to let him know that. He would
be revenged, and God knows what
form his revenge might take. Til
l have escaped from him, he must
not dream that have changed"
They parted presently and Jenny
returned to the house, while the de-
tective, finding a comfortable chair
under an oleander bush, shifted the
fragrance of the red blossom above
him, regretted that his vice had
largely spoiled his sense of smell,
took snuff and opened his notebook.
He wrote in it steadily for half an
hour, then he rose and joined Albert
Redmayne.
The elder was full of an approach
ing event.
ITO think that today you and
Poggi meet!" he explained. N"Petcr,
my dear man, if you do not love Vir-
gilio l shall be brokcn-heartcd."
albert" answered Mr.. Cams. 81
have already loved Poggi for two
years. Those you love, l love; and 4
that means that our friendship is
on very high plane indeed: for it
often happens that nothing puzzles
US more Internally than our friends
1riends: by the same token, how
much do you love your Nicer"
Mr.. kedmayne did not answer in
stantly.
Il love her." he replied at length.
because l lore everything that is
lovely; and without prejudice | do
honestly believe she is about the
loveliest young woman l have ever
seen. Her face more nearly re-
sembles that of Botticelli's Venus
than any living being in my expert
ence; and it is the sweetest face I :,
know. Therefore love her outside 4
very much indeed, Peter. \
But when it comes to her inside.
l feel not SO sure. That is natural,
for this reason, that l do not know
her at all well yet. l have seldom
seen her in childhood, or had any
real acquaintance with her untilI
now. Nor does she come to me. as
1t were, alone. Her life turns to her,
husband. She is still bride and
adores him."
You have no reason to think her
as an unhappy bride?"
Continued in Our Next Issue)