know that they
came from Harrod's."

Darragh nodded: "How is she, Jack?"

"All in."

"Do you know the story?"

"Yes. Mike went into Drowned Valley early last evening after Quintana.
He didn't come back. Before dawn this morning Eve located Quintana, set
a bear-trap for him, and caught him with the goods----"

"What goods?" demanded Darragh sharply.

"Well, she got his pack and found Mike's watch and jewelry in it----"

"What jewelry?"

"The jewels Quintana was after. But that was after she'd arrived at the
Dump, here, leaving Quintana to get free of the trap and beat it.

"That's how I met her -- half crazed, going to find Quintana again.
We'd found Mike in Drowned Valley and were bringing him out when I ran
into Eve. ... I brought her back here and called Ghost Lake. ... They
haven't picked up Quintana's tracks so far."

After a silence: "Too bad this snow came so late," remarked Trooper
Lannis. But we ought to get Quintana anyway."

Darragh went over and looked silently at Mike Clinch

"I liked you," he said under his breath. "It wasn't your fault. And it
wasn't mine, Mike. ... I'll try to square things. Don't worry."

He came back slowly to where Stormont was standing near the door:

"Jack," he said, "you can't marry Eve on a Trooper's pay. Why not quit
and take over the Harrod estate? ... You and I can go into business
together later if you like."

After a pause: "That's rather wonderful of you, Jim," said Stormont,
"but you don't know what sort of business man I'd make----"

"I know what sort of officer you made. ... I'm taking no chance. ... And
I'll make my peace with Eve -- or somebody will do it for me. .. Is it
settled then?"

"Thanks," said Trooper Stormont, reddening. They clasped hands. Then
Stormont went about and lighted the candles in the room. Clinch's face,
again revealed, was still faintly amused at something or other. The
dead have much to be amused at.

As Darragh was about to go, Stormont said: "We're burying Clinch at
eleven to-morrow morning. The Ghost Lake Pilot officiates."

"I'll come if it won't upset Eve," said Darragh.

"She won't notice anybody, I fancy," remarked Stormont.

He stood by the veranda and watched Darragh take the Lake Trail through
the snow. Finally the glimmer of his swinging lantern was lost in the
woods and Stormont mounted the stairs once more, stood silently by Eve's
open door, realised she was still heavily asleep, and seated him