"That's how I feel; and I can tell you there's a bit of movement,
too, sometimes. I never wish to see bigger water than beat these
cliffs during the south-easter last March. We shook to our keel, I
can tell you."
He went to a tall cupboard in a corner, unlocked it and brought out
a square, wooden desk of old-fashioned pattern. This he opened and
produced a letter which he handed to the detective.
Brendon sat down in a chair under the open window and read this
communication slowly. The writing was large and sprawling; it sloped
slightly-upward from left to right across the sheet and left a
triangle of white paper at the right-hand bottom corner:
"DEAR BEN: It's all over. I've done in Michael Pendean and put
him where only Judgment Day will find him. Something drove me
to do it; but all the same I'm sorry now it's done--not for him
but myself. I shall clear to-night, with luck, for France. If I
can send an address later I will. Look after Jenny--she's well
rid of the blighter. When things have blown over I may come
back. Tell Albert and tell Flo. Yours,
"R. R."
Brendon examined the letter and the envelope that contained it.
"Have you another communication--something from the past I can
compare with this?" he asked.
Bendigo nodded.
"I reckoned you'd want that," he answered and produced a second
letter from his desk.
It related to Robert Redmayne's engagement to be married and the
writing was identical.
"And what do you think he's done, Mr. Redmayne?" Brendon asked,
pocketing the two communications.
"I think he's done what he hoped to do. At this time of year you'll
see a dozen Spanish and Brittany onion boats lying down by the
Barbican at Plymouth, every day of the week. And if poor Bob got
there, no doubt plenty of chaps would hide him when he offered 'em
money enough to make it worth while. Once aboard one of those
sloops, he'd be about as safe as he would be anywhere. They'd land
him at St. Malo, or somewhere down there, and he'd give you the
slip."
"And, until it was found out that he was mad, we might hear no more
about him."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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