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.
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