The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-06-30
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vices of Mark Brendon, criminal in
vestigator. Blood is found on thu
floor of Michael's new bungalow
near Foggintor Quarry, where Pen
dean is last seen in the company O.
Jenny; uncle Robert Redmayne.
Witnesses testify to- having see,
Robert ride away on his motor bi
cycle with a heavy sack behind thu
saddle. The sack is found at fal
distance.
Jenny goes to live with her uncle
Bendgo Redmayne. Mark visit.
Bendigo and is introduced to Giu
aeppe Doria. Bendigo shows Bren
don a letter supposed to come from
Robert. Brendon falls in love will
Jenny and sees in Doria rival fol
her affections.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
He heard a singing voice and per
ceivcd that it was Doria, the motor
boatman. Fifty yards. from him
Mark stood still, and the gardener
abandoned his work and came for
ward. He was bareheaded and smok
ing thin, black, Tuscan cigar witt
the colori of Italy on band round
the middle of it. Giuseppe rccog
nized him and spoke first. :.
ut is Mr.. Brcndon, the sleuth! Ht
has come with news for my mas
ter?"
mo, Doria-no news, worse luck
but | was this way-down at Flym.
outh again-and thought I'd look W
Mrs. Pcndoan and her uncle. Why
d'you call me 'sleuth'?"
Il read story-books of crime ir
which the detectives arc 'sleuths.' II
is, American. Italians say 'sbirro,
England says police officer"
"How is cverybody?' asked Mark
Everybody very we'll. Time pass.
es; tears dry; Providence Watches
"And you are still looking for the
rich woman to restore the last OF
the Dorias to his castle?"
Giuseppe laughed, then he shut
his eyes and sucked his evil-smell.
ing cigar.
I'VE shall see as to that. Man
proposes, God disposcs. There is q
god called Cupid, Mr.. Brendon, who
overturns our plans as yondel
plough-share overturns the secret
homes of beetle and worm"
Marks pulse quickened. He
guessed to what Doria possibly re-
ferred and felt concern but no sur
prise. The other continued.
ambition may succumb before
beauty. Ancestral castles may
crumble before the tide of love, as
a child's sand building before the
sea. Too true!"
Doria sighed and looked at Bren-
don closely. The Italian stood in q
tlght-fitting jersey of brown wool
n very picturesque figure against
his dark background. The other had
nothing to say and prepared : to
descend. He guessed what had hap.
pened and was concerned rather
with Jenny Pendean than the ro-
mantle personality before him. But
that the stranger could still be here
exiled in this lonely spot, told him
quite as much as the mans words!
He was not chained to Screws
Nest" with his great ambitions in
allegiance for nothing. Mark, how
ever, pretended to miss the signifi.
canoe of Giuseppe's confession.
"A good mastcr-eh? l expect
the old sea wolf is an excellent
friend when you know his little
ways"
Doria admitted it.
"He is all that l could wish ant
he likes me, because l understand
him and make much of him. Ever,
dog is lion in his own kennel. Red
mayne rules; but what is the goot
of home to a man if he does moi
rule? We are friends. Yet, alas
we may not be for long-when--"
He broke off abruptly and wen
back to his work. But he turned ;
moment and spoke again as Brendor
proceeded.
Madonna is at home," he shouted
and Mark understood to whom h,
referred.
He had reached Grows Nest" il
five minutes and it was Jenny Pen
dean who welcomed him.
"Uncle's in his tower" she said
'1'll call him in minute. But tel
me first if there is anything to tell
l am glad to. see you--very!"
She was excited and her great
misty blue eyes shone. She seemed
more lovely than ever.
Nothing to report, Mrs. Pen
dean. At least-no, nothing at all
Eve exhausted every possibility. An,
you-you have nothing, or yo,
would have let me hear p"
There is nothing" she said. Gun
Gle Ben would most certainly have
} told me if any news had reached
him. / am sure that he is dead-Ro
bert Rcdmayne.'
81 think so too. \ Tell me a littl,
about yourself, if I may venture t.
ask?"
"You have been so thoughtful fol
me. And l appreciated it. I'm al
right, Mr.. Brcndon. There is still
my life to live and l find ways o.
being useful here"
"You are contented,, then?"
eyes. Contentment is a poor sub
stitute for happiness; but am con
tented"
He longed to speak intimately, vel
had no excuse for doing so.
"H0w much I wish ~ ,yo, :, 49,,