"Whatever happens!" In spite of himself a little stir of excitement crept into his blood.
Since that thrilling hour in which he had seen Bucky Nome desert from the service he had not felt himself moved as now, and in a moment of mental excitement he found himself asking a question which a few minutes before he would have regarded as a mark of insanity.

Was it possible that in the whole of the Northland there could be another woman as beautiful as Colonel Becker's wife--a woman so beautiful that she had turned even Inspector MacGregor's head, as Mrs.Becker had turned Bucky Nome's--and his?
Was it possible that between these two women--between this wife of an attempted murderer and Mrs.Becker there was some connecting link--some association-- He cut his thoughts short with a low exclamation of disgust.

The absurdity of the questions he had asked himself brought a flush into his face.

But he could not destroy the undercurrent of emotions they had aroused.

Anyway, something was going to happen.