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Because he was their friend the men would listen to him. Shift those two dogs out from there. Try this one in the lead and so on. I’m not sure if he knows anything about the tombstone though. You need to try and speak with Luke Dawson if you can find him. I think he knows quite a lot about what happened.”
“Who is he?” said Richard. “Where is he? Where can I find him?”
“Your last two questions are going to be as hard to answer as your first one,” laughed Oscar, rising to the effect that his version of events was having upon Richard. “That’s just the trouble, nobody seems to know who he really is. I doubt if he knows himself. Liam and Grace Dawson took him in as a baby but as he grew older he couldn’t settle down with them. I believe he was found on their doorstep in the middle of the night. It was the same night, three days after bonfire night, 8th November 1940 when Loga, John Jones’ widow, (The White Russian we used to call her because she came from that part of the world, Belarus I think it is now) took off with Quigley and their baby son Leon.”
“So where does he live?”
“It’s a good day on the skidoo from here. He lives at a place called Canyon Falls. His cabin if it’s still there, is next to the river. We only get to see him a scattered time each year. In fact, it’s about now, October time when he usually comes in for his winter stores. If you’re lucky you might find him around. You see Richard; Luke’s a hermit. I think he doesn’t much like people and I daresay they don’t much like him. But if the truth were known I don’t think there’s anybody here now who would say they knew him as a man. He’s lived away from people for so long now he’s maybe forgotten how to speak.” Oscar laughed out loud.
At last, thought Richard, a lead pointing in the right direction. But a