old sailor.

"Your brother has probably got his eye on the house," said Brendon,
"and is considering how to approach you, Mr. Redmayne, without
risking his own safety."

"There's only one he'll trust, I reckon, and that's me," declared
Bendigo. "If he knew that Jenny means him no harm, he might trust
her, too, but he may not believe that she's good Christian enough to
forgive him. And anyway I guess he don't know she's with me. I'm
talking as though he was sane, but I doubt it."

Mark, who had studied Mr. Redmayne's large government survey map of
the district, suggested an immediate search over the most likely
regions in the neighbourhood.

"I think of you and Mrs. Pendean," he explained. "You don't want hue
and cry again and all the past brought up once more. If we can get
to him without calling in the police, then so much the better. The
man must be in extreme want. His face, as I saw it, was harrowed and
tormented. He has probably reached a mental condition of tension and
torture in which he will not be sorry to find himself among friendly
and understanding fellow creatures. There are two districts which
especially suggest themselves to me to search in: the shore, where
there are many caves and crevices above sea level safe from
observation; and the dense woods into which he plunged when I came
suddenly upon him last night. I examined them on my way out this
morning. They appear to be very extensive, but they are traversed by
drives for sportsmen and you can look up and down these drives for
many hundred yards."

Mr. Redmayne summoned Doria who had now reached home again.

"Can the launch go to sea?" he asked. Giuseppe considered that she
might. Bendigo then submitted a proposition.

"I'm asking that you'll let this search go on quietly and privately
for another twenty-four hours," he said. "Then, if we fail to round
him up in a friendly way, so to say, you must, of course, turn the
constabulary out and hunt him down. To-day we can go over the places
you name and I reckon you've hit the most likely burrows for the
poor man. I dare say, if we sat tight and did nothing at all, we
might find him creeping here to me after dark pretty soon; but we'll
act as you advise and see if the shore or the woods show any sign.

"There's us three who know who he is--Jenny and me and you; and I'd
propose that my niece goes down the coast in the motor boat with
Giuseppe. They can cruise away to the west, where there's an eas