The young man looked at The Chief before answering. The Chief nodded.
“Murder,” he said quietly.
Murder! Clement fell back in his chair, staring at the quiet, partly bald young man who had made the calm statement.
“As far as the Dominion police could remember—it was a good while back, you understand—it was a matter of murder, or complicity in a murder. Something with a lot of money in it, and a man killed. But they’ll find out the full facts.”
“Good God! and that girl is in this—this murderer’s power,” gasped Clement, unable to think of anything else.
“It may not be the same feller, Mr. Seadon,” said The Chief kindly. “It’s an old case, and they are only working from memory, not facts.”
“Are there many men answering to the description of Mr. Neuburg?”
“No,” said The Chief slowly. “But then I don’t know. An’ when we get the Oregon description we may find it doesn’t fit him.”
“A case of money and murder ... that fits Neuburg,” said Clement. “Yes, he’s a murderer and a thief, and—and that poor girl’s at his mercy. We must do something.”
“We can’t do anything until you get to Cobalt, Mr. Seadon. Come now, you mustn’t lose your nerve.”