asked a question.

"We found no will among my poor brother's papers, and of course he's
had no access to his money since this bad business. How he's lived
all the time only he himself knows. But suppose the worst happens
presently and he's found to be a lunatic, what becomes of his
stuff?"

"It would ultimately go to you and your brother."

They tramped the wood and fell in with a gamekeeper, who greeted the
trespassers none too amiably. But on learning their errand and
receiving a description of the fugitive, he bade them go where they
pleased and himself promised to keep a sharp watch. He had two mates
and would warn them; and he understood the importance of preserving
strict silence concerning the fugitive until more should be known.

But it was not to Brendon and Robert Redmayne's brother that any
information came. Their hunt produced neither sign nor clue of the
man they sought, and after three hours of steady tramping, which
covered all the ground and exhausted Bendigo, they returned in the
motor car to "Crow's Nest."

News of direct importance awaited them, and Bendigo proved correct
in his suspicion that the wanted man might have chosen the coast.
Jenny had not only seen Robert Redmayne but had reached him; and she
returned very distressed and somewhat hysterical, while Doria,
having done great things in the matter, was prepared to brag about
them. But he begged Mrs. Pendean, as the heroine of a strange
adventure, to tell her story.

She was deeply moved and her voice failed on two or three occasions
during the narrative; but the interest of the tale was such that
Bendigo lost sight of Jenny in the picture she now painted of his
unfortunate brother. They had sighted Robert Redmayne suddenly from
the motor boat.

"We saw him," said Jenny, "about two miles down the coast, sitting
not fifty yards from the sea, and he, of course, saw us; but he had
no glasses and could not recognize me, as we were more than half a
mile from shore. Then Giuseppe suggested landing and so approaching
him. The thing was to let me reach him, if possible. I felt no fear
of him--excepting the fear that, knowing how he had ruined my life,
he might shrink from facing me.

"We ran by, as though we had not observed him; then, getting round a
little bluff, so that we were hidden, we went ashore, made fast the
boat, and regularly stalked him. There was no mistake. I had, of
course, recognized Uncle Robert through the glasses; and now