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Connie Morgan with the Mounted
"The Officer Commanding
B Division R. N. W. M. Police,
Dawson, Y.T."
Sir:
I have the honour to submit the following report. … Three days ago ex-special Constable C. Morgan arrested Brek Wiley in the cabin on Coal Creek and … turned him over to me.
I brought the prisoner in and can produce evidence that will convict him of violation of the game law. …
I have the honour to be, sir.
Your obedient servant,
J. H. Peters, Constable.
"But, sir," stammered the astonished Constable, "it's true—the desertion. I don't know how I come to do it—an' I was mighty ashamed of myself an' disgusted after I done it. But"
The Superintendent interrupted him with a gesture—"Yes, yes! I know all about it. Morgan reported unofficially by phone from Fortymile. And I may as well tell you, Peters, that it is at his urgent request that I have allowed you to amend your report—that, and the fact that you were man enough to own up without a hint of excuse for your conduct"
"But, sir—the kid—he didn't know! He