“I did the only thing that seemed logical at the time. I dragged Bill out a ways from the cabin, dug a hole, and buried him. It was exactly what he’d have done with me. I went back and stayed with that pocket. It petered out in about ten days. I had a fortune in gold. It took me five trips, lugging all I could carry, to get it down to the boat.
“Well, there I was. The river was due to start freezing almost any time. I had a big load of gold, and quite a few people knew my partner was Bill Hogarty. I couldn’t explain Bill’s absence without getting into a lot of trouble. I didn’t dare to lie about it, and I didn’t dare to tell the truth.
“I started back up the river. It was slow going. The river finally froze on me. I got Indians and dog sleds. I was traveling hard and fast, and I went under the name of Bill Hogarty. I told people we’d struck it rich, and that Leeds, my partner, was staying in to watch the claim, that I was going out to get supplies, and bank the gold. I stayed away from people we knew. I did but little talking, and I traveled fast.
“You see, the way I figured it, by traveling as Bill Hogarty, I could leave a record that Bill had left the country and got as far as Seattle. Then in Seattle, I’d take my own name, and talk with people I knew. Then if the law found the body, they wouldn’t identify it as Hogarty because the records would show Hogarty had gone out and reached Seattle, where he’d disappeared. They couldn’t identify it as Leeds because Leeds would be alive and well. It was the best I could do. I figured that, with any sort of luck, it would be a year or two before they found the body. I got out to Seattle, still going under the name of Hogarty. I found Emily. She’d felt the same way about me I’d felt about her. We were married.
“We lived here in Seattle that winter. We were both of us high-strung and temperamental. We had one hell of a fight in the spring. Emily walked out on me. I know now, she intended to come back, but Emily was as high-strung as a good trotting horse. I left Seattle and went back to my real identity of Alden Leeds.”
Leeds stopped talking for a moment, and held a match to his pipe. “Remember,” he went on, slowly, “things were different in those days. The country was young, and the men in it were young. Even the old men were younger than most of the young men are now.
“Nowadays, we’re suffering from hardening of the economic arteries. The country is old. Our outlook is old. People have quit trying. You could comb through this whole damn city today and not get a half a dozen men with the guts to take what the Yukon dished out in those days. I don’t mind getting old and dying. I hate to see the whole damned country dying along with me. There ain’t any youth to take our place. Just a bunch of whining little snivelers who want the government to support ’em.”
In the silence which followed, knuckles pounded on the door of the room.
Mason said, “What is it?”
A bellboy’s voice answered, “A telegram for Mr. Mason. He isn’t in his room. I thought he might be here. He told the clerk he’d call on Mr. Smith.”