The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-06-28

engagement to be married and the
writing was identical.
And what do you think he's done,
Mr.. Redmayne?" Brendon asked.
pocketing the two communications.
Il think he's done what he hoped
to do. At this time of year you'll see
a dozen Spanish and Brittany onion
boats lying down by the Barbican at
Plymouth, every day of the week. And
if poor Bob got there, no doubt plenty
Of chaps would hide him when he
offered 'em money enough to make it
worth while. Once aboard one of
those sloops, he'd be about as safe
as he would be anywhere. They'd
land him at st. Malo, or somewhere
down thereA and he'd give you the
Slip
And, until it was found out that
he was mad, we might hear no more
about him.
why should it be found that he
was mad?" asked Bendigo He was
mad when he killed this innocent man,
no doubt, because none but a lunatic
would have done such an awful thing,
or been so cunning after-with the
sort of childish cunning that gave him
away from the start. But once he'd
done what this twist in his brain drove
him to do,-then I judge that his mad
ness very likely left him. If you
caught him tomorrow you'd possibly
find him as sane as yourself-except
on that one subject. He'd worked up
his old hatred of Michael Pendean,
as a shirker in the war, until It fes-
tered in his head and poisoned his
mind, so as he couldn't get it under.
That's how 1 read it. had pretty
good contempt for the poor chap my
self and was properly savage with my
niece, when she welded him against
our wishes; but my feeling didn't turn
my head, and felt glad to hear that
Pendean was an honest man, who die
the best he could at the Moss Depot"
Brendon considered.
"A very sound view, She said, "and
likely to be correct. On the strength
of this letter, we may conclude that
when he went home, after disposing
of the body under Berry Head, your
brother must have disguised himself
in some way and taken an early train
from Paignton to Newton Abbot and
from Newton Abbot to Plymouth. He
would already have been there and
lying low before the hunt began
That's how I figure it, answered |
the sailor
when did you last see him, Mr. |
Redmayne?"
Somewhere about a month ago. |
He came over for the day with Miss
Reed-the young woman he was 60
ing to marry"
WAS he all right them"
Bendigo considered and scratched I
his red beard.
NOISY and full Of chatter, but |
much as usual"
Did he mention Mr.. and Mrs. Pen
dean?"
Not a word. He was full up with |
his young woman. They meant to
be married in late autumn and go
abroad for a run to see my brother
Albert
He may correspond with Miss Reed
if he gets to France?'
Il can't say what he'll do. Sup
pose you catch him presently? How
would the law stand? A man goes
mad and commits a murder Then
you nab him and he's as sane as
judge. You can't hang him for what
he did when he was off his head, and
you can't shut him up IN a lunatic
asylum if he's sane"
"a nice problem, no doubt" ad-
mitted Brendon. But be sure the law
will take no risks. A homicidal ma
MAC, no matter how sane he is be-
tween times, is not going to ruagloose
any more after killing man"
well, that's all there is to it, de-
tective. If l hear again, I'll let the
police know; and if you take him, of
course you'll let me and his brother
know at once. It's a very ugly thing
for his family. He did good work in
the war and got honors; and if he's
mad, then the war made him mad"
"That would be taken very fully
into account. be sure. I'm sorry,
both for him and for you, Mr.. Red
mayne."
Bendigo looked sulkily from under
his tangled eyebrows
ST shouldn't feel no very great call
to give him UP to the living death of
an asylum if he hove in here some
night
You'd do your duty-that 1 will
bet" replied Brendon.
They descended to the dining-room.
where Jenny Pendean was waiting
to pour out tea All were very
silent and Mark had leisure to OBJ
serve the young widow
What shall you 90 and where may
count upon finding you if I want
you, Mrs. Pendean?" he asked pres
emily.
She looked at Redmayne, not at
Brendon, as she answered.
t'I am in Uncle Bendigo's hands. |
I know he will let me stop here for
the present.
For keeps" the old sailor de-
clared. This is your home now.
Jenny, and I'm very glad to have |
you here. There's only you and
your Uncle Albere~and me now. I |
reckon. for 1 don't think we shall
ever see poor Bob again.
An elderly woman came in.
''Doria be wishful to know when
you'll want the boat" she said.
81 should like it immediately If
possible" begged Brendon. Much
time has been lost
Tell them to get aboard. Their"
directed Bendigo, and in five min |
utes Mark was taking his leave.
I'll let you have the earliest init |
nation of the capture. Mr. Red !
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