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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.


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