He had not the least intention of ignoring his discovery and was quite prepared to arrest Robert Redmayne, even under his brother’s roof if necessary; but he desired first to hear Jenny Pendean upon the subject before seeking the assistance of the Dartmouth police.  He felt that she would not deceive him, or answer a direct appeal with a lie.  And then there flashed upon him the painful conviction that she must already have lied to him; for if Redmayne were living concealed at “Crow’s Nest,” all the household, including Doria and the solitary woman servant, would assuredly be in the secret.

Supposing Jenny begged him to hold his hand and spare Robert Redmayne, would he then be justified in keeping his discovery to himself?  Some men might have built up a personal hope upon this possibility and seen themselves winning to the summit of their ambition by bending to the widow’s will; but Mark did not confound the thoughts of duty and love nor did he even dream that success in one might depend upon neglect of the other.  He had only to raise the question to answer it, and he swiftly determined that not Jenny, or her Uncle Bendigo, or anybody on earth should prevent him from securing Robert Redmayne on the following day if it came within his power to do so.  Indeed he felt little doubt that this would happen.  For that night there was no hurry.  He slept well after an unusual amount of exercise and emotion; and he rose late.  He was dressing at half past eight when there came a chambermaid to the door.

“There’s a gentleman must see you this instant moment, please, sir,” she said.  “He’s by the name of Mr. Doria and he comes from Captain Redmayne out over at ‘Crow’s Nest.’”

Not sorry that his day’s work might now be simplified, Mark bade the girl summon his visitor, and in two minutes Giuseppe Doria appeared.

“I was clever to find you,” he said, “for we only knew that you were stopping in Dartmouth to-night, but we did not know where.  Yet I guessed you would choose the best hotel and I guessed rightly.  I will eat my breakfast with you, if you please, and tell you why I am here.  The thing was to catch you if we could before you went away.  I am glad that I was in time.”

“So Robert Redmayne, the murderer of Michael Pendean, has turned up?” asked Brendon, finishing his shaving; and Doria showed astonishment.

“Corpo di Bacco!  How did you know that?” he asked.

“I saw him on my way home,” replied Mark.  “I had already seen him, before the tragedy on Dartmoor, and I remembered him.  What is more, I’m not sure that he didn’t remember me.”

“We are in fear,” continued Doria.  “He has not been yet to his brother, but he is near.”

“How can you tell that he is near, if he has not yet been to his brother?”