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CHATTER XIX
A Legacy for Peter Cams.

WAITER xix
A Legacy for Peter Cams.
1t at any time / entertained one
shadow of regret in the execution
OF those who had traduced me and
so earned their destruction. it was
after we had dwelt for a season
with Albert Redmaync beside Como.
But Jenny swiftly laughed me out
of these emotions.
Keep your tenderness and en-
timcnt for me-" she said. II will
not share them"
We might have killed Albert a
thousand times and left no sign
fact that brings me to that part of
my recital most deplore.
Nevertheless, though things diff
cult and dangerous we had trium-
phantly achieved. before this task
for child we failed; and the rea-
son for our collapse was not in
Jenny but in m. Had 1 listened to
my austere partner should have
waited only until she had searched
for and found her uncle's will. This
she did; and as the instrument prov
ed entirely satisfactory, my duty
was then to proceed about our BUSH
ness. Only an artists fond pride in
tcrvened; nothing but my vanity,
my consciousness of power to excel.
upset the rightful climax. We were.
indeed, both artists, but how incom-
parably the greater she! Had she
won her way with me, we should be
living now to enjoy the fruits of our
accomplishment.
But though she did not win her
way, yet, in defeat, her final, glori-
GUS deed was to intercept the death
intended for me, that l might still
live. Loyal to the last, she sacri-
feed herself, forgetting, in that su-
preme moment, how life for me
without her could possess no shadow
of compensation.
My wife's deeper sanity and clear
or vision always inclined her to dis
trust our American acquaintance,
Peter Cams.
Cams is a great man on his own
plane. But, though he is greedy
creature who digs his grave with his
knife and fork, though his habit of
drenching himself with, powdered to-
bacco, instead of smoking like gem
tleman. is disgusting, yet have
nothing but admiration for him. His
little plot-to treat me to dose of
my own physic and present for
gerry of Robert Redmayne" in the
evening dust-was altogether admir-
able. The thing came in manner
SO sudden and unexpected that I
failed of perfect riposte.
1t was Jenny, of course, who had
assisted me to dig Marcos grave on
Griante and who shared my disap-
pointment when we found that Brcn-
don had escaped my revolver.
While Jenny related her sufferings
and made appeal to her listeners
overmastering devotion, left the
house and Brendon saw me go. To
get boat, that might cross to
was the work Of ten min
utes. A'black beard was all the dis
guise ! used. save that I had left
my coat in the boat and appeared
before Redmayne in shirt sleeves.
With trembling accents I related
to Assunta. who of course knew me
not, that Poggi was taken fatally i'll
and might hardly hope to last an
hour. 1t was enough. L returned to
the boat and in three minutes Albert
joined me and offered me untold
gold to row as l had never rowed
before. A hundred and fifty yards
from shore directed him to pass
into the bow of the boat, explaining
that should SO make greater speed.
AS he passed me, the little pole-axe
fell. He suffered nothing and in
five minutes more, with heavy
stones fastened to feet and arms.
he sank beneath, Como. The pole
axe followed, its work completed.
Then ! rowed ashore swiftly, re-
turned the boat to the beach unob-
served, hid my disguise in my BOG
ket and strolled to familiar inn. II
stopped ct this albergo for a consid-
erable period, that sufficient abb
might be established. Then the
crash came. Il returned home sus-
pecting nothing TO fall like Luci-
Ter, to find all lost, to- hold my dead
wife In my arms and know that,
without her. life was ended for me.
In seemly, splendid fashion she
passed and it shall not be recorded
that the man this glorious woman
loved made an end Of his days with
less distinction and propriety. To die
on the gallows is to do what many
others have done; will condescend