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won't find here. 1t challenged me
from the jump, my boy, and Pm
inclined to think that in that thread
of silk l shall just find the reasohl
of your failure, before I've wound it
up"
! II don't understand you, Cams"
"You wouldn't-not yet. But wen
change the metaphor. Wen say
there was a red herring drawn
across the trail, and that you took,
the bait and, having started right
enough, presently forsook the right
scent for the wrong"
Brendon made no reply. Neither
his conscience nor his wit threw any
light on the point. Then Peter,
turning to his notes, touched on
minor incident and showed the 9TH.
er that it admitted of doubt.
"D'you remember the night you
left Crows Nest after your first
visit? On the way back to Dart
mouth you suddenly saw Robert
Redmayne standing by gate; and
when the moonlight revealed you to
him, he leaped away and disappear
ed into the trees. Why?"
"He knew me-"
"How?"
1--WE had met at Princetown and
we had spoken together for some
minutes by the pool in Foggintor
Quarry, where l was fishing"
That's right. But he didn't know
who you were then. Even if he'd
remembered meeting you six months
before in the dusk at Foggintor,
why should he think you were
man who was hunting him?"
Mark reflected.
"That's true" he said.
Peter did not pursue the subject.
He shut his book, yawned, tool,
snuff, and declared himself ready
for meal. The long day passed and
both men turned in early and silent
till daybreak.
Before noon they had left Baveno
on steamer and were crossing the
blue depths of Maggiore.
At Luino they left the steamer
and proceeded to Tresa.
They wound over Lugano and
came in evening light to it's north
ern shore. Then once more they
took train, climbed aloft, and fell at
last to Menaggio on Como's brink.
"Now," said Peter, II guess we'll
leave our traps here and beat it to
Villa Pianezzo right away"
Within twenty minutes their one
horse vehicle had reached Mr.. Red
mayne's modest home and thew
found three persons just about to
take an evening meal Simultane-
ousiy there appeared Mr.. Redmayne,
his niece, and Giuseppe Doria; and
while Albert, Italian fashion, em-\
braced Mr.. Cams and planted a kiss
upon his cheek, Jenny greeted Mark
Brendon and he looked once more
into her eyes.
Doria held back a little while his
wife welcomed her uncle's friend:
then he came forward, declared his
pleasure at meeting Mark again
and his belief that time would soon
reveal the truth and set period to-
the sinister story of the wanderer.
Mr.. Redmayne was overjoyed at
seeing Cams and quite forgot the
obje:t of his visit in the pleasure
of receiving him.
1T has been my last and abiding
ambition to introduce you to Virgil.
lilo Poggi, dear Peter, so that YOU.
he and may sit together, hear ea4h
others voices and look into eakpl
others eyes,"
Jenny and Assunta had hastily
prepared for the visitors and now
all sat at supper and Brendon learn
ed that rooms were already taken
for him and Mr.. Cams at the Hotel
Victoria. =
) "That's as may be-" he declared
to Doria's wife. "You will find, |
think, that Mr.. Cams is going to
stop here. He takes the lead in this
affair.""
After cheerful meal Peter abso-
lutcly declined to cross Como and
visit Signor Poggi on the instant.
"Ive had enough of your lakes
for one day, Albert" he announced,
land l want to talk business and
get rough, general idea of what
more is known that Mark and l
already know. Now what has hap
pened since you wrote, Mrs. Doria 2"
"Tell them, Giuseppe" . directed
Mr.. Redmayne.
"Your gift--the gold box-take a
PINCH" said Peter holding out his
snuff to the old bookworm; but the
master of Villa Pianezzo refused and
lighted cigar.
II will have smoke rather than
dust, my precious Peter" he said.
1.-THE man has been seen twice
since you heard from my wife," be-
gan Doria. "Once l met him face to
face on the hill, where walked
alone to reflect on my own affairs;
and once-thc night before last-he
came here. Happily Mr.. Redmayne's
room overlooks the lake and the gar
den walls are high, so he could not
reach it; but the bedroom of Mr..
Redmayne's man, Ernesto, is upon
the side that stands up to the road.
"Robert Redmayne came at two
o'clock, flung pebbles at the win
dow, wakened Ernesto, and demand
ed to be let in to see his brother.
But the Italian had been warned ex-
actly what to say and do if such a
thing happened.