“That’s exactly what she did.”
Corporal Rand turned to Inspector Cameron.
“I guess that’s all, sir. I’d suggest that you verify the prisoner’s last few statements by questioning Mrs. MacGregor herself and Burnnel and Emery. However, I believe that they are true. Shall I take Carson and Creel to their cells, sir?”
The commandant nodded absent-mindedly, waved one arm in a gesture of dismissal. Dick started to file out with the others, when he heard Cameron calling his name. Turning sharply upon his heel, he strode back to the inspector’s desk and saluted.
“Dick, you young rascal,” began the mounted police official, “I’ve been wanting to have a talk with you for a long time. You see, I have received a letter concerning you and Toma. It came from the Commissioner of the Canadian Royal North West Mounted at Ottawa.”
“I received a letter from him, too,” said Dick, “about a year ago. In this letter he said that he had considered favorably my application to join the mounted police, and that I should hold myself in readiness to report at the barracks at Regina.”
“And you’ve heard nothing from him since?”
“Not a word, sir.”
“Didn’t you ever think that this was a little strange?”
“Well—er—” Dick flushed. “As a matter of fact, inspector, I’ve been so busy—we’ve all been so busy—that I haven’t had much time to bother my head about it.”