CHAPTER XI
NOTORIOUS BISHOP
In the barracks of B Division, R. N. W. M. P., a dozen non-commissioned officers and constables looked up from the polishing of kits as the Superintendent entered, saluted, and awaited the accustomed tug at the grey military moustache with which the commanding officer invariably introduced a subject.
"It looks as though we are going to have a live one on our hands," began the Superintendent. "You remember a month ago Stony Mountain reported the escape of Notorious Bishop—climbed to the roof through a scuttle—must have had wings, for they never found how he reached the ground. And now comes the report that he crossed the Mackenzie above Fort Simpson. Didn't dare risk a dash for the States, I suppose, and thought he would leave Canada by way of Alaska. The chances are, if he has succeeded in
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