“True.  But she’s not a sober-sided woman for all her calm.  She was too full of the joy of life for Pendean, or any man, to empty it all out of her in four years.  He may have been one of the Wesleyan sort, like such a lot of the Cornish; he may have been a kill-joy, too; but whether he was or not, he hadn’t quite converted her in the time, and what I’m seeing now, I judge, is the young woman slowly coming back to herself under the influence of this Latin chap.  He’s cunning, too.  He knows how to tickle her vanity, for even she has got a bit of womanly conceit in her, though less vain of her wonderful face no woman could be.  But Doria has taken good care to hint his ambition is well lost for love; he’s dropped it very cleverly no doubt and already made her see which way he’s steering.  He’s put Jenny before the dollars and the dreams of the castle down south.  In a word, if I’m not a greenhorn, he’ll ask her to marry him as soon as a year is told and he can touch the subject decently.”

“And you think she will accept him, Mr. Redmayne?”

“At present I’d take long odds about it; but he’s a volatile devil and may change by that time.”

Then Bendigo in his turn 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.