y
landing here and there at little coves, and they may sight my
brother poking about, or hid in some hole down that way. There are
caves with tunnels aft that give on the rough lands and coombs
behind. It's a pretty lone region and he couldn't hang on long there
or find food for his belly. They can try that for a few hours and
we'll go up aloft. Or else I'll take you in the boat and they can
hunt round Black Woods--whichever you like."

Brendon considered. He inclined to the belief that the hunted man
might sooner trust the woods than the coast. Moreover he knew
himself an indifferent sailor and perceived that the motor boat
could not promise a very even keel in the great swell that followed
the storm.

"If Mrs. Pendean doesn't mind the weather and there is no shadow of
danger to the launch, then I advise that your niece goes down the
coast and has a look into the caves as you propose," he said. "No
doubt Doria can be trusted to see sharply after her. Meantime we
will quarter the wood. If we could only get into touch with the man,
it might be possible to secure him without making any noise."

"There must be a noise if we catch him," declared Doria. "He is a
famous criminal and who ever runs him to his earth and pulls him out
will make a noise and receive great praise."

He prepared for the coming voyage of discovery and, within half an
hour, the motor boat danced out from beneath "Crow's Nest"; then she
held a course to the westward, rolling indeed, but not enough to
trouble Jenny who sat in the stern and kept a pair of strong Zeiss
glasses fixed upon the cliffs and shore. They were soon reduced to a
white speck under the misty weather; and after they had gone,
Bendigo, in a sailor's pea-jacket and cap, lighted a pipe, took a
big black-thorn stick, and set off beside Mark. The police car still
stood on the road and, both entering it, they soon reached the gate
beside which Robert Redmayne had appeared on the previous night.
There they left the motor and entered Black Woods together.

Bendigo still talked of his niece and continued to do so. It was a
subject on which the other proved very willing to listen.

"She's at the parting of the ways now," declared Jenny's uncle. "I
can see her mind working. I grant she loved her husband dearly
enough and he made a pretty deep mark on her character, for she's
different from what she was as a girl. But there's very little doubt
that Doria's growing awful fond of her--and w