San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-19
Begin Here Today.

Michael, husband of Jenny Pen
dean, disappears from his home on
Dartmoor. Jenny engages the SER
vices of Mark Brendon, criminal IN
yestigator. Blood is found on the
floor of Michael's new bungalow
near Foggintor Quarry, where Pen
dean is last seen in the company of
Jenny's uncle, Robert Redmayne.
Witnesses testify to having seen
Robert ride away on his motor BIZ
cycle with a heavy sack behind the
saddle. The sack is found at a far
distance.
Jenny goes to live with her uncle
Bendigo Redmayne. Mark visits
Bendigo and is introduced to Giu-
seppe Doria. Bendigo shows Bren-
don letter supposed to come from
Robert. BrendOn falls in love with
Jenny and sees in Doria a rival for
her affections. Now 60 on with the
story.
He heard a singing voice and per-
ceived 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 with
the colors of Italy on band round
the middle of it,, Giuseppe recog-
nized him and spoke first.
at is Mr.. Brendon. the sleuth He
has come with news for my mas
ter?"
"No, Doria-no news, worse luck /;
but I was this way-down at Plym-
Outh again and thought I'd look up
Mrs. Pendean and her uncle. why
d'you call me 'sleuth'?"
Il read story-books of crime in
which the detectives are 'sleuths.' 1t
is American. Italians say 'sbirro,
England says police officer
How is everybody" asked Mark.
Everybody very well. Time passes
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
PAOpOStS, Ncu uls-'Oets. lutTt Is IL
god called Cupid, Mr.. Brendon. who
overturns our plans as yonder
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 not 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 a
tight-fitting Jersey of brown wool, a
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 70,
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 rot chained TO "Crow's
Nest" with his great ambitions in
abeyance for nothing. Mark, how
ever, pretended to miss the signifi-
canoe Of Giuseppe's confession.
"a good master-eh? | expect
the old sea wolf is an excellent
friend when you know his little
DORA admitted IL.
"He is al that l Gould wish and
he likes me-. beeause'I understand
him and make much of him. Every
dog is lion in his own kennel. Red
maync rules; but what is the good
of n home TO man IL he does not
rule? We are friends. Yet. alas, we
may not be for long-when-"
He broke off abruptly and went
back TO his work. But he turned q
moment and spoke again as Brendon
proceeded
"Madonna is at home" he shouted
and Mark understood to whom he
referred.
He had reached "Crow's Nest" In
five minutes and it was Jenny Pen
! dean who welcomed him.
"Uncle's in his tower" she said
IN call him in a minute. But tel