his brother George in England, and a
receipt for a railroad ticket from
Calgary to Edmonton, dated August
14. That night Inspector Strickland
wrote George Hayward in England
for particulars of his brother Edward.

Luck now was with him, next day
Lowe located the livery man who’d
sold the “Diamond C” horses to a tall
Englishman named Hayward back in
August. Then came a setback in a
report from Salt Lake City to the
effect that King had been a _ hard-
working farmer without a blemish on
his character.

A few weeks later a sleigh rattled
up to the Edmonton barracks and a
snow-covered giant in short buffalo
coat, fur cap and moccasins leapt out.
Shouldering the guard curtly aside
Sergeant Anderson pushed his way
into Inspector Strickland’s office. For
an hour the deep rumble of conversa-
tion continued, then Andy stalked
over to the guardroom to chat with
Lowe, drove across the frozen Sas-
ketchewan, and boarded a train for
the wilds of British Columbia.

With plodding perseverance he lo-
cated Hayward’s bank account and
picked up a devious trail that sent
him crunching on snowshoes deep
into the frozen forests. In the role of a
lumberjack he pursued inquiries at
one snowed-in lumber camp after an-
other, until at last he located a signa-
ture on a payroll corresponding with
that on the cheque. Three months of
soul-searing slogging brought him in
touch with mackinaw-clad lumbermen
who remembered Hayward and re-

called the sovereign-case, the nugget
tiepin and the silver buckle.

As Andy clambered aboard a train
in the heart of the Rockies with his
snowshoes under his arm, a bronzed
middle-aged man with a tang of the
salt sea about him was shown into
Inspector Strickland’s office, and in-
troduced himself as George Hayward.
Pulling a stubby briar from his pocket
he asked permission to smoke.

“J find, sir,” he said, “that a pull at
the weed sort of refreshes my memory,
and I’ve a bit of a yarn I want to
spin. Do you believe in dreams, sir?”

The inspector smiled austerely.
“Well, hardly, but—go ahead.”

In quick, precise tones George
Hayward told of a strange dream that
had troubled him in far-off England
the previous September. He’d found
himself in a wild country of swift-
flowing rivers, poplar bluffs and
gloomy pines. The picture was clear
as crystal. Two mounted figures had
ridden past some Indian _ tepees,
camped beside a slough and lay down
to sleep. The moon shone brightly
on their faces and he recognized one
as his brother Edward. Fearfully he
saw the other figure emerge stealthily
from the blankets, seize a gun, point
it at his brother and pull the trigger.

“So vivid was the picture,” Hayward
leaned tensely forward, “that I woke
up trembling all over, expecting to
find the assassin beside me. Then I
read over Ed’s letter where he said he
was leaving for the Peace River
country.” From his pocket he drew a
worn newspaper clipping. “Read that,

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The Midnight Sun on which the suspect was about to embark when Andy’s fingers
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