“The police conducted an investigation into the sad circumstances. As a result, Sergeant Ferrie in charge of the detail expressed himself as satisfied that Mr. Gault had done all that any man could do in such an inexpressibly distressing situation. Mr. Gault remains in charge of the Post until such time as the Courts may issue letters of administration. No heirs are known.”
Conacher and Loseis looked at each other in amazement.
“By Heaven! what an infernally clever story!” cried Conacher. “I am not surprised that even the police were taken in.”
“God brought us through all our dangers especially so that we could show this man up!” said Loseis.
“We must decide on a course of action,” said Mr. Chichester fussily.
“There can be but one course for my husband and me,” said Loseis quickly. “We will start back for our Post to-morrow.”
“Naturally,” said Conacher.
The other two looked a little flabbergasted at this instant decision.
“The season is growing late,” objected Gruber. “Light snows have already fallen. Ice will be running in the rivers by the time you get there.”
“But the trip can be made!” said Loseis.