ard Mr. Redmayne growling to himself in evident sorrow for his
brother. Himself he felt moved at a situation so painful, but was
glad enough to know that a few more hours would determine it. In his
own mind he felt satisfied of the issue and imagined Robert Redmayne
as detained for a certain period at the royal pleasure and then, if
medical opinion sanctioned the step, once more liberated.

He turned to his own affairs and faced the fact that his hope of
Jenny grew thin. The thought of her was now complicated by her
position. He had never considered that in the future she might be
rich and possessed of far larger means than he could ever attain. He
looked forward and perceived that opportunity would lie with him to
enjoy some private conversation on the following day. Yet, when the
time came, what was there that he could say to her? The storm had
blown itself out and dawn returned before he slept.

With morning Bendigo proved grumpy and desirous to be left alone. He
was evidently much perturbed and shut himself into the tower room
with his pipe and "Moby Dick." He only cared to see Jenny, who spent
some time with him. It was from Brendon that she heard the facts in
the morning when, much to her surprise, he appeared at breakfast
while she was making tea. Doria joined them a little later, but Mr.
Redmayne, usually an early riser, did not appear. Jenny took him his
breakfast.

He came down to luncheon and, after that meal, Doria conveyed
Brendon in the launch to Dartmouth, where Mark visited the police
station and explained the need for further delay. There was now no
necessity for the contemplated man hunt and he let Inspector
Damarell learn that the fugitive had been found and would probably
surrender within four-and-twenty hours. He telephoned to Scotland
Yard the same information and presently returned to "Crow's Nest."
The day was still and sunless with fine rain falling; but the wind
had dropped and the night promised to be calm.

Doria landed Brendon and then put off again, going slowly down the
coast. He asked Mark's permission to do so, that he might make a few
mental notes of distances for the coming night. The raised beach, on
which Robert Redmayne had been first spoken, was about five miles
off, and Giuseppe suspected that Redmayne's hiding-place would be
found to lie still farther to the west.

He departed therefore at a definite rate of speed and was back again
in three quarters of an hour before the d