Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest mounted Police eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest mounted Police.

Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest mounted Police eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest mounted Police.

He rose and put on his hat, leaving the money and the check on the table.  The woman staggered toward him, the man following in a dazed, stunned sort of way.  He saw the woman’s arms reaching out to him again, a look in her beautiful face that he would never forget.

In another moment he had opened the door and was gone.

Chapter VIII.  Another Letter For Philip

From beside his prisoner in the deep gloom Philip saw Thorpe and his wife come out of the cabin a minute later and hurry away through the night.  Then he dragged the guard into the prison, relocked the door, left the key in the lock, and returned to Hodges’ office to replace the old clothes for his uniform.  Not until he stood looking down upon the dead body again did the enormity of his own offense begin to crowd upon him.  But he was not frightened nor did he regret what he had done.  He turned out the light, sat down, coolly filled his pipe, and began turning the affair over, detail by detail, in his mind.  He had, at least, followed Inspector MacGregor’s injunction—­he had followed his conscience.  Hodges had got what he deserved, and he had saved a man and a woman.

But in spite of his first argument, he knew that MacGregor had not foreseen a tragedy of this sort, and that, in the eyes of the law, he was guilty of actively assisting in the flight of two people who could not possibly escape the penalty of justice—­if caught.  But they would not be caught.  He assured himself of that, smiling grimly in the darkness.  No one at Wekusko could explain what had happened.

He was positive that the guard had not recognized him, and that he would think one of Thorpe’s friends had effected the rescue.  And MacGregor—­Philip chuckled as he thought of the condemning evidence in his possession, the strange orders which would mean dismissal for the inspector, and perhaps a greater punishment, if he divulged them.  He would be safe in telling MacGregor something of what had occurred in the little cabin.  And then, as he sat in this grim atmosphere of death, a thought came to him of M’sieur Janette’s skull, of Bucky Nome, and of the beautiful young wife at Lac Bain.

If Mrs. Becker could know of this, too—­if Bucky Nome, buried somewhere deep in the northern wilderness, could only see Hodges as he lay there, dead on the cabin floor!  To the one it would be a still greater punishment, to the other a warning.  And yet, even as he thought of the colonel’s wife and of her flirtation with Nome, a vision of her face came to him again, filled with the marvelous sweetness, the purity, and the love which had enthralled him beside the campfire.  In these moments it was almost impossible for him to convince himself that she had forgotten her dignity as a wife even for an hour.  Could he have been mistaken?  Had he looked at her with eyes heated by his own love, fired by jealousy?  If she had smiled upon him instead of upon Bucky Nome, if her cheeks had flushed at his words, would he have thought that she had done wrong?  As if in answer to his own questions, he saw again the white, tense face of the colonel, her husband, and he laughed harshly.

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