The Commissioner sat pondering. Then with disconcerting swiftness he turned upon the prisoner.
“Your name?”
“Cameron, Sir.”
“Where from?”
“I was working in McIvor's survey camp near Morleyville. I went out shooting, lost my way in a blizzard, was captured by a man who called himself Raven—”
“Wait!” said the Commissioner sharply. “Bring me that file!”
The orderly brought a file from which the Commissioner selected a letter. His keen eyes rapidly scanned the contents and then ran over the prisoner from head to foot. Thereupon, without a moment's hesitation, he said curtly:
“Release the prisoner!”
“But, Sir—” began Sergeant Crisp, with an expression of utter bewilderment and disgust upon his face.
“Release the prisoner!” repeated the Commissioner sharply. “Mr. Cameron, I deeply regret this mistake. Under the circumstances it could hardly have been avoided. You were in bad company, you see. I am greatly pleased that my men have been of service to you. We shall continue to do all we can for you. In the meantime I am very pleased to have the pleasure of meeting you.” He passed the letter to Sergeant Crisp. “I have information about you from Morleyville, you see. Now tell us all about it.”