"But Bud was not drunk a week ago, sir," protested Henderson.
"Conley was intimate with Magee," declared Grandon, "I heard it from his own lips. The force is well rid of him. Better go and clean up, Henderson."
"Yes, sir." Henderson saluted and left the room.
Grandon was unable to go back to his bed and leave the two bodies alone; so he wrapped himself in a robe and sat down to smoke and think of a plan. Henderson came back and sat down with him.
The talk naturally turned to Kingsburg and Magee.
"Magee has made his boasts that the Mounted have never taken a man out of Kingsburg," said Henderson. "I think that McKay had made an arrest when he was shot."
Grandon nodded thoughtfully. "And I suppose that will happen to any officer who does likewise, Henderson."
"Until Magee and his gang are either run out of the country, or are buried, sir."
"But we cannot do anything without direct evidence, Henderson."