er of Bendigo Redmayne, or the disappearance of his brother. The
original mystery at Foggintor Quarry was recalled, to fill the minds
of the morbid and curious; but no sort of connecting motive between
the two crimes appeared and the problem of Robert Redmayne only grew
darker. All purpose was lacking from both tragedies, while even the
facts themselves remained in doubt, since neither incident furnished
a dead body to prove murder against the missing man.

Mr. Albert Redmayne stayed no longer in Devonshire than his duty
indicated, for he could prove of no service to the police. On the
night previous to his departure he went through his brother's scanty
library and found nothing in it of any interest to a collector. The
ancient and well-thumbed copy of "Moby Dick" he took for sentiment,
and he also directed Jenny to pack for him Bendigo's "Log"--a diary
in eight or ten volumes. This he proposed to read at his leisure
when home again. To the end of his visit he never ceased to lament
the absence of Mr. Peter Ganns.

"My friend is actually coming to Europe next year," he explained.
"He is, without doubt, the most accomplished of men in the dreadful
science of detecting crime and, were he here, he could assuredly
read into these abominations a meaning for which we grope in vain.
Do not think," he added to Jenny, "that I undervalue the labours of
Mr. Brendon and the police, but they have come to naught, for there
are strange forces of evil moving here deeper than the plummet of
their intelligence can sound."

He departed, assured that his family was the victim of some evil,
concealed alike from himself and everybody else; but he promised
Jenny that he would presently write to America and lay every
incident of the case, so far as it was known and reported, before
his friend.

"He will bring a new intelligence to bear upon the tragedy," said
Albert. "He will see things that are hidden from us, for his brain
has a quality which one can only describe as a mental X-ray, which
probes and penetrates in a fashion denied to ordinary thinking
apparatus."

Before he returned to the borders of Como and his little villa
beneath the mountains, the old scholar took affectionate leave of
Jenny and made her promise to follow him as soon as she was able to
do so.

He had failed to observe the emotional bonds that united her to
Doria; but he had found Giuseppe an attractive personality and
welcomed the Italian's good sense and tact u