that trail. We heard a great roar one night and I am certain it was another avalanche. We shall not go back that way, if I have anything to say about it.”
“When do you expect to return, doctor?”
“As soon as possible. I may be needed at Kynox. I have been away for some time.”
“Are the nurses getting on all right?”
“Very well, indeed. But they were worrying about you when I left.”
“Can’t you wait until Sergeant North and the constable return?” Marion asked. “It would be so nice for us all to go back together.”
“When do you expect them, Miss Brisbane?”
“I do not know. It is impossible to tell how long it will take them to capture the man they are after. You have heard about the murder near the C. D. Cut-off, I suppose?”
“Oh, yes, it is the talk of the entire country. And, by the way, I have something which will interest you in connection with that murder. It is an article in a paper I received just before I left Kynox. And I have several letters for you, too, I had forgotten all about them.”
Rising and crossing the room, he picked up a small leather bag he had deposited on a bench, opened it, fumbled around and at last brought forth a package.
“That’s for the sergeant,” he explained. “Letters galore. Ah, here’s yours, Miss Brisbane,” he continued as he handed to her several letters tied together with a string.
Eagerly Marion cut the string and examined the letters. By the postmarks she had a fairly good idea from whom they came, friends she had known in other days, and who had never forgotten her. What a feast she
