eant’s office and, with an occasional
‘ive look over his shoulder, gave the
mation that Shiron and Tindle were
caring to pick up the drugs and leave
‘n. Lane hadn’t found out where the
re was.
\ week went by. It was a Saturday eve-
g when Lane rushed into the police
se, excited and out of breath from run-
g. To Const. J. C. Sweeney he gasped
a story to the effect that he had been
king with Shiron down a quiet street
en Shiron had suddenly stopped and
hdrawn from under the board walk a
dboard beer carton. Giving it to Lane to
ry, they went to Columbia Hotel, where
ron and Tindle had been staying since
ir release from custody. Safely in the
m, the door locked, the carton was
ned. In it were dozens of small glass
als, each full of tiny tablets. Shiron
{ Tindle cleared a place on the table and
ptied out the little glass containers into
es according to variety. These they had
lverized, enclosed in finger stalls and
n hidden on their person after the prac-
2 of convicts on the French penal colony
Devil’s Island.
“And,” concluded Lane, “they figure on
ching an eastbound freight for Winnipeg
ight.”

CAUGHT WITH THE Goops

Const. Sweeney lost no time in getting
the hotel. He was just in time, for Shiron
d Tindle were in the hotel entrance.
indled into a police car and violently pro-
ting their innocence, they were soon oc

cupying cells. The concealed drugs were
recovered and both men charged.

The next morning, while the prisoners
were waiting for the doctor to prepare their
“fix,” Tindle volunteered to show the police
where the pistol and the rest of the drugs
were cached. Escorted by Sergt. Clark and

he passed over to Sergt. Clark. The Ser-
geant stripped off the wrapping paper
revealing Druggist Hood’s automatic with a
full clip in the butt. On the way back to
Prince George, Tindle directed the police
to make another stop on a deserted stretch
of road. Then he led them into the bush

Corp. John C. Sweeney

Const. Sweeney, Tindle directed them to
drive to the airport. At the back of one of
the latrines, Tindle signalled them to stop.
With a watchful police officer on each side
of him, ready to pounce if he made a false
move, he knelt down and from under one
of the sills withdrew a paper package which

and, from behind a hollow tree stump a
hundred yards from the road, drew out
several packages of drugs.

Back at the police station, the druggist
who owned the gun was contacted and
immediately identified his weapon. As it
was somewhat rusty, he cleaned it there and

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