Christine Blashford
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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The doctor went at once with the messenger, and in five minutes had taken in the situation.
Field's rooms had been entered and probably robbed.
There was only one other occupant of the desolate set that so recently had rung to the music of so many glad young voices.
Of the garrison proper at Frayne all the cavalry officers, except Wilkins, were away at the front, all the infantry officers, five in number, were also up along the bighorn.
The four who had come with Flint were strangers to the post, but Heron, who had been a classmate of Ross at the point, moved into his room and took the responsibility of introducing the contract doctor, who came with them, into the quarters at the front of the house on the second floor.
These rooms had been left open and unlocked.
There was nothing, said the lawful occupant, worth stealing, which was probably true, but Field had bolted inside the door of his sleeping room, locked the hall door of his living room, and taken the key with him when he rode with Ray.
The doctor looked over the rooms a moment, then sent for Wilkins, the post quartermaster, who came in a huff at being disturbed at lunch.
Field had been rather particular about his belongings, his uniforms always hung on certain pegs in the plain wooden wardrobe.
The drawers of his bureau were generally arranged like the clothes press of cadet days, as though for inspection, but now coats, blouses, dressing sack, and smoking jacket hung with pockets turned inside out or flung about the bed and floor.
Trousers had been treated with like contempt, the bureau looked like what sailors used to call a hurrah's nest, and a writing desk, brass bound and of solid make, that stood on a table by a front window, had been forcibly wrenched open, and its contents were tossed about the floor.
A larger desk, a wooden field desk, stood upon a trestle across the room, and this too had been ransacked.
Just what was missing only one man could tell, just how they entered was patent to all, through a glazed window between the bedroom and the now unused dining room beyond.
Just who were the housebreakers no man present could say, but Mistress McGann that afternoon communicated her suspicion to her sore headed spouse, and did it boldly and with the aid of a broomstick.
It's all along, she said, Aveur stoopin' to drink with them low lived savages at Hayes.
Now what do you know about this?
But McGann swore piously he knew nothing, barring that Pete and Crapow had some good liquor one night, dear knows when it was, and I helped em drink your health, and when 'twas gone and more was wanted, sure Pete said he'd take a demijon to the Lieutenants with Mr Hay's compliments the day before he left for the front, and sure he couldn't have drunk all of it, and if the back door was open, Pete would inquire anyhow.
That was all Michael remembered, or felt warranted in revealing, for stoutly he declared his and their innocence of having burglariously entered any premises, let alone the lieutenants.
Sure they'd bite their own noses off for him, said Mike, which impossible feat attested the full measure of half breed devotion.
Mistress McGann decided to make further investigation before saying anything to anybody, but before the dawn of another day matters took such shape that fear of sorrowful consequences, involving even Michael, set a ban on her impulse to speak.
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