He
raised the cover. The box was full of papers.
Here was promise. He transported the box to Brady's table and sat down.
He examined the larger papers first. There were a couple of old game
licenses for Manitoba, half a dozen pencil-marked maps, chiefly of the
Peace River country, and a number of letters from the secretaries of
Boards of Trade pointing out the incomparable possibilities their
respective districts held for the homesteader and the buyer of land.
Last of all came a number of newspaper clippings and a packet of
letters.
Because they were loose he seized upon the clippings first, and as his
eyes fell upon the first paragraph of the first clipping his body
became suddenly tensed in the shock of unexpected discovery and amazed
interest. There were six of the clippings, all from English papers,
English in their terseness, brief as stock exchange reports, and
equally to the point. He read the six in three minutes.
They simply stated that Derwent Conniston, of the Connistons of
Darlington, was wanted for burglary--and that up to date he had not
been found.
Keith gave a gasp of incredulity. He looked again to see that his eyes
were not tricking him.
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