Compliments of

HARRISON LAKE SAWMILLS LTD.

Manufacturers of

HIGH GRADE FIR LUMBER
Retail and Car Lot

Paul Raake Boat
Service Ltd.

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Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia

KAPOOR SAWMILLS LTD.

Plant at Barnet, British Columbia NOTHING TOO BIG = NOTHING TOO SMALL

GENERAL TOWING AND SCOWS

PASSENGER SERVICE TO ALL PARTS
bd ON THE LAKE

Mail Address:

Adjacent to Vancouver

Freight and Hauling Trips Arranged
RELIABLE INFORMATION: Phone 26

HARRISON HOT SPRINGS, BRITISH COLUMBIA

VANCOUVER, B.C.
Phone GLenburn 0920

P.O. Box 88

Agassiz 61-R

Locust Grove Tourist Camp
J. INDRIDSON, Proprietor

Modern Cottages Spring Filled Beds
Moderate Rates

Harrison Hot Springs, B. C.
On Lake Front

Phone Agassiz 24-L

Deer Lodge Hotel and Cafe

Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Mellish, Proprietors

Home Cooked Meals
Clean, Comfortable Rooms
Homelike Atmosphere

REASONABLE RATES
HARRISON HOT SPRINGS, B. C.

Vancouver Office: PAcific 4525
Glencoe Lodge and Auto
Court

Under New Management

ROOMS AND MEALS
Newly Decorated and Furnished
Rates Reasonable

Phone Agassiz 61M
Harrison Hot Springs, B. C.

P.O. Box 397

Passengers in the observation car at last
heard the commotion above the noise of the
train and sensed that something unusual
was happening. The more brave among
them came running out, but all too late to
witness the strange drama of man and ghost.
But they did hear the horrible death shriek
of the ruddy-faced passenger away down
the trail that led to the old disused shack
in the forest.

The train was finally brought to a stand-
still. With flares and torches the trainman
and the sergeant, with others following
them, hurried down the trail and along
the trail to the cabin, now broken down
and moss-grown. Across the shattered
doorway lay sprawling the body of the big
man, ruddy-faced no longer, but now
podgy, yellow, open-eyed, and with mouth
gaping, and all covered with an oozy froth.

In the light of the trainman’s flare the
sergeant bent down to examine the body
upon which the only marks of violence that
could be found were six bloody, clawlike
incisions and strangulation discolourations
on the loose, flabby throat, replicas the
sergeant remembered of the marks on the
murdered Sandy Flint’s throat so many
years before.

In the pockets of the dead man the ser
geant found some letters, all bearing the
name of Timothy O'Hagan, Los Angeles,
California.

Dalgleish turned to the trainman.

“Carter, I am Sergeant Colin Dalgleish
of the British Columbia Police, and any:
thing I do here is being done in the name of
the Law. I'm telling this to you so that
you ll understand.”

“Yes, sir; said the old fellow. “And me
thinkin’ maybe you was a horse doctor on
a holiday.”

“But I thought you said you had a hunch,
Carter, that it was a man of the name of
Dan Kelly who murdered Sandy Flint?”
remarked the sergeant.

“Sure I did, an’ I still think so, sergeant.
Of course I never saw this Dan Kelly, not
did I have anything to do at the trial fifteen
years ago. I wouldn’t know this Dan Kelly
if I met him in my soup tomorrow. But you
don’t figure a ghost could make a mistake,
do you?”

“Well, no. But all this man’s pape
show him to be Timothy O'Hagan.”

The dead man had a cheap looking gold
ring encircling the little finger of his left
hand. Under the sergeant’s eyes the old

Office Phone 5201

THE ELK CREEK WATERWORKS COMPANY LIMITED

116 Young Street North Chilliwack, British Columbia

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