Ganns. But the traveller was weary and,
after one of Assunta's famous omelettes and three glasses of white
wine, he declared that he must retire and sleep as long as nature
ordained slumber.
He spoke before the listening Giuseppe, but addressed his remarks to
Brendon.
"I'm exceedingly short of rest," he said. "Whether I have done the
least good by my inquiries remains to be seen. To be frank, I doubt
it. We'll have a talk to-morrow, Mark; and maybe Doria will remember
a thing or two that happened at 'Crow's Nest' and so help me. But
until I have slept I am useless."
He withdrew presently, carrying his notebook in his hand, while
Brendon, promising to return after breakfast on the following
morning, strolled to the silkworm house where the last of the
caterpillars had spun its golden shroud. He was not depressed by the
weary tones of Peter's voice nor the discouraging nature of his
brief statement, for, while speaking, Mr. Ganns had discounted his
pessimism by a pregnant wink unseen by Doria.
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