Corporal Rand turned his head thoughtfully and looked out of the window. Another deep silence pervaded the room.
“Does old Bill Willison know anything about the murder of Miller?” he asked finally.
Frazer shook his head. “No, not a thing. He’s as innocent as a babe. He doesn’t enter into this case at all except in a small way. He lives in a cabin now along the lower stretches of Half Way River. When Wolf and Toby lost their canoe, they walked back in the woods to Willison’s place and hired him to take them up river in pursuit of these boys. On the way, they conceived the plan of dressing Willison like a wild man and frightening the boys so badly that they would leave the course of the river and strike off toward Fort Good Faith.”
“It didn’t work, did it?” glared Sandy.
“No comments, please!” came the corporal’s sharp reprimand.
“You set fire to the warehouse.” The policeman turned again to Frazer.
“Yes, it was a ruse to get Scott and these boys out of the post.”
“Did you instruct Pierre Mekewai to shoot at Dick that night Dick stood near the window of the loft?”
“No, Corporal, I did not. Those instructions were issued by Wolf Brennan who bore this young man a grudge.”
“Who threw the knife that wounded young John Toma?”