Macdonald drew back the cloth and showed the rough, hard face of a workingman.
"His name was Trelawney. I kicked him out of our camps because he was a trouble-maker."
"He was one of the men that robbed you later!" she exclaimed.
"Yes. And now he has tried to rob me again and has paid for it with his life."
Her mind flashed back over the past. "Then his partner in this last crime must have been the same man—what's his name?—that was with him last time."
"Northrup." He nodded slowly. "I hate to believe it, but it is probably true. And he, too, is lying somewhere in this park covered with snow—if our guess is right."
"And Gordon—you admit he didn't do it?"
Again he nodded, sulkily. "No. He didn't do it."
Joy lilted in her voice. "So you've brought me here to tell me. Oh, I am glad, my friend, that you were so good. And it is like you to do it. You have always been the good friend to me."