The NORTH had done that for him; the north with its wonderful forests, its vast skies, its rivers, and its lakes, and its deep snows--the north that makes a man out of the husk of a man if given half a chance.

He loved it.

And because he loved it, and the adventure of it, he had joined the Police two years ago.

Some day he would go back, just for the fun of it; meet his old friends in his old clubs, and shock baby-eyed Mignon to death with his good health.
He dropped these meditations as he thought of the mysterious man he was following.

During the course of his two years in the Service he had picked up a great many odds and ends in the history of Bram's life, and in the lives of the Johnsons who had preceded him.