The others listened and then they reached the plateau and went down to the stony space beneath.  This was not difficult to reach.  A dozen rough-and-ready ways presented themselves to a climber; but neither Brendon nor his companions could find the least indications that any other had recently descended.

Now they quartered out the stone-covered ground and, having first searched every superficial yard for indications of disturbance, proceeded to a methodical and very thorough hunt beneath the surface.  The stones were moved and the space critically examined over every square foot, but not a shadow of evidence to show that the spot had been trodden or touched could be discovered.  Brendon sought first immediately below the plateau, where the sack and its contents must have fallen, but nothing indicated such an event.  The stones were naked and no stain of blood or indication of any intrusion upon the lonely spot rewarded the searchers.  For three hours, until dusk began to deepen on the precipices above them, the men worked as skilfully and steadfastly as men might work.  Then their fruitless task was done.  Brendon’s theory, so confidently proclaimed, had broken down and he confessed his failure frankly enough.

They climbed up together once more and reached the summit of the cliffs again.  Here, by the main road, they met one or two civilians who had devoted the day to assisting the police; but not one of them reported any sight or rumour of the fugitive.

The entrance of “Crow’s Nest” opened upon the highroad which took the police back to Dartmouth, and here Brendon delayed the car and descended alone down the coomb to the house that had so suddenly lost its master.  The place seemed mourning and it was very silent.  Mark inquired for Jenny and the frightened maid doubted whether she might be seen.

“The poor lady be cruel put about,” she explained.  “She says she brings evil fortune after her and wishes to God it was her that was dead and not poor master.  Mr. Doria tried to comfort her a bit; but he couldn’t and she told him to be gone.  She’s very near cried her eyes out of her head since morning.”

“That does not sound much like Mrs. Pendean,” he answered.  “Where is she, and where is Doria?”

“She’s in her room.  He is writing letters.  He says that he must look after new work pretty quick, because no doubt he won’t be wanted here after a month from now.”

“Ask Mrs. Pendean if she can see me a moment,” he said, and the woman, left him to ascertain.  But Brendon was disappointed.  Jenny sent word that she could not see him to-day and hoped he would take occasion to call on the following morning, when he would find her more composed.

To this he could answer nothing and presently started to rejoin the car.  Giuseppe overtook him from the house; but he could only report that the day had passed without event at “Crow’s Nest.”

“Nobody has come but a clergyman,” he told Brendon, “and we have been careful to leave everything just as the old captain left it.”