“I shall see him,” said Sergeant Starr. “He has sense.”
The sergeant was right. Chambers had sense, as he made abundantly evident after hearing the officer’s story.
“You won’t get her, Starr,” he said. “You will lose your kudos, old chap.”
“You mean she is——”
“There’s another call come for her, a call which takes precedence over that of the North-West Mounted Police.”
“Hard luck, eh, Chambers? What about them, the youngsters I mean?”
“Don’t know. No plans yet. Must have a talk with her and with Paul. Pretty much of a man, that young chap.”
“Let me in on that, Chambers. I might help and it might clear things up a bit.”
“I shall see about it,” said Chambers. “No use worrying her.”
“Shan’t worry her. Does she know she didn’t kill the man, for instance?” asked the sergeant.