It went on this way for three years, and then, one morning, my father was found on the beach at Nome, dead." "_Dead_!" Alan heard only the gasping breath in which the word came from Mary Standish, for he was facing the window, looking steadily away from her.
"Yes--murdered.

I know it was the work of John Graham.

He didn't do it personally, but it was _his money_ that accomplished the end.

Of course nothing ever came of it.

I won't tell you how his influence and power have dogged me; how they destroyed the first herd of reindeer I had, and how they filled the newspapers with laughter and lies about me when I was down in the States last winter in an effort to make _your_ people see a little something of the truth about Alaska.