The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-12
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to solve the murder of her husband
Michael. Jenny's uncle, Rober
Redmayne, disappears. and is su
spected of killing Michael.
Jenny goes to live with her uncle
Bendigo Redmayne. Robert appear.
in the neighborhood and sends wore
to Bendigo to come to his hidinl
place. Giuseppe Doria, who work.
for Bendigo, takes his master t,
Robert and leaves the brothers to-
gcther. When Doria calls to brin,
Bendigo home he finds an empt,
cave in which is evidence of terri
Bile struggle.
Jenny inarries Doria and they e
to live in Italy, where Jenny's uncle
Albert Redmayne, lives. When Ro.
bert is seen in Italy, Brendon and
the famous American detective, Pc.
ter Cams, renew investigations.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
They had reached the shfine-s
little alcove in rotting mass OF
brick and plaster. Beneath it ex-
tended stone seat wheeon the
wayfarer might knecl OF sit.
They sat down and Doria began to
smoke his usual Tuscan cigar. His
depression increased and with it
Brendon's establishment. The man
appeared to be taking exactly that
attitude to his wife she had already
suggested toward him.
I'll volto sciolto ed pensieri
stretti," declared Giuseppe with
gloom. "That is to say her coun-
tenance may be clear, but her
thoughts are dark'-too dark to tell
me--her husband"
Perhaps she fears you a little. A
woman is always helpless before a
man who keeps his own secrets hid
den."
Helpless? Far from it. She is a
self-controlled, efficient, hard-head-
cd woman. Her loneliness is a cur
tain. You have not yet got behind
that. You loved her, but she did not
love you. She loved me and mar
rled me. And it is 1 who know her
character, not you. She is very
clever and pretends great deal
more than she feels. If she makes
you think she is unhappy and HELM.
less, she does it on purpose. She
may be unhappy, because to keep
secrets is often to court unhappi-
ness; but she is not helpless at all.
Her eyes look helpless; her mouth
never. There is power and will be-
tween her teeth"
"Why do you speak of secrets ~
Because you did. have no
secrets. 1t is Jenny, my wife, who
has secrets. tell you this. She
knows all about the red man! She
is as deep as hell"
Brendon could hardly believe his
ears, but the Italian appeared very
much in earnest. /! He chartered ION
for some time Then he looked at
his watch and declared that he must
descend.
The steamer is coming soon," he
said. "Now I leave you and l hope
that l have done good. ThinR how
to help me and yourself. What she
now feels to you l cannot tell. Your
turn may come. rtrust SO. am mot
at all jealous. But he warned. This
red mamie is no friend to YOU or
me. You seek him again today. So
be it. And if you find him, be care
full OF your skin. Not that q man
can protect his skin against fate.
We meet at supper"
he swung away, singing, q can
zonet, and quickly vanished, while
brendon, overwhelmed by this ex-
traordinary conversation, sat for an
hour motionless and deep in thought.
He considered now his own course
OF action and presently proceeded to
the region in which Robert Red.
mayne had been most frequently re-
ported. so H Is.
Brendon climbed steadily upward
and presently sat down to rest upon
little, lofty plateau where, in the
mountain scrub, grew lilies of the
valley and white sun-rose.
Suddenly Mark became aware that
he was watched and found himself
face to face with the object Of his
search. Robert Redmayne stood
separated from him by a distance Of
thirty yards behind the boughs of a |
breast-high shrub.
But it appeared that the watcher
desired no closer contact. He turned
and ran, heading upward for a wild |
tract of stone and scrub that spread
beneath the last precipices of the
Mark strove to run the
other down as speedily as possible,
that he might close, with strength |
still sufficient to win the inevitable |
battle that must follow, and effect
/ capture.
He was disappointed, however, for
while still twenty yards behind and
forced to make only i moderate
progress over the rocky way he saw
Robert Redmayne suddenly stop.
urn and lift q revolver. AS the red
nan fired, the other flung up his
rims, plunged forward on his face,
rave one convulsive tremor through
III his limbs, and moved no more.
The big man, painting from his ex-
'rtions. approached only to see that
IT'S fallen viStim sbowaa mo sign of
life, the otlta WITH his face amid
he alpine floWers;, remained whore
le hsd dr91ied. ..hiik INNS out
stretched. Ri1haHds II lsnched. his