work in the unheated room, Durrant had grown increasingly cold, and so it was with some relief that he stepped back out into the midday sun, faint as it was. Durrant leaned back against the door of the shed and let his eyes adjust to the blinding glare on the mountains of snow all around.
Durrant could hear menâs voices raised somewhere in discussion, and then a staccato burst of laughter. He could hear the sound of wood being chopped and a fiddle being played. The Mountie made his way along the path back to the station, and entering the building, knocked on Wilcoxâs door.
âCome,â he heard the man say.
Durrant opened the door. The heat of the room was quite welcome after nearly two hours in the cold shack.
âSergeant, youâre done?â Wilcox stood up from his desk. Durrant could see a ledger open on the table, and next to it a plate of food left uneaten. Wilcox held a quill in his hand.
âJust getting started, Mr. Wilcox.â
âOf course. I meant with the body.â
Durrant stepped into the manâs office. âI have a couple of things I need from you, Mr. Wilcox. First off, keys. I need a key to the various storerooms and warehouses. I donât want to trouble you or any of the foremen for a key when I want to look around.â
âIt really wonât be any trouble . . .â
âJust the same, Iâd like my own keys, sir, and the key for Mr. Pennerâs bunk. Iâll need to look around there, on my own.â
âThatâs no trouble,â said Wilcox, his fingers drumming on the table.
âGood. Next, tell me this. If a man or men went missing from the camp, if they didnât show up for work one morning, would you be told?â
âI imagine. The foreman in charge would likely bring it to my attention. After he tried to locate the man, I suppose.â
âYou mean, check his bunk to see if the man was sleeping off a drunk?â
Wilcox drew a sharp breath. âMore likely down with the flu, but yes, after heâd checked his bunk, or the mess . . . What are you asking?â
âHas anybody been reported missing since the death of Deek Penner?â
âYouâre wondering if the killer has left the camp already. I can check with my men. I havenât heard of anybody leaving.â
âHow often do the trains come and go?â
âOnce every day or two, but with all the snow, weâve had just a few in the last week. One went as far as Padmore a couple of days ago.â
âDoctor Armatage mentioned an injury at Banff Station?â
âYes, I believe he was on that one. We needed to do a supply run. Stocks were running low. But that train left the day Mr. Penner was killed. Your murderer could not have used it to escape this camp. We were starting to make arrangements to haul provisions in from Banff with horse and sled, but the weather let up and we were able to . . .â
Durrant interrupted him. âCould a man leave on foot?â
Wilcoxâs face betrayed his dislike of being interrogated. âHe could. But if your killer did, we wouldnât need to have this discussion. The only road we keep clear is the one to the Kicking Horse Pass, which is getting more and more traffic with the coming of the spring construction season. It would take a hardy soul to set off on foot for Banff Station right now. The mainline would see a man through, but itâs a long walk.â
âYouâll let me know what your foremen say about men gone missing?â Durrant asked. He was looking out the window. âI suppose I should head up to the Kicking Horse Pass in the coming days to talk with anyone who is there now but was here on the day and night that Mr. Penner was killed. Will you be able to provide me with a list of such men?
âI donât think there will be many. Deek didnât have much to do with the men up at the Pass as yet. We havenât