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His voice thrilled with an immeasurable faith He wanted her to know, no matter what had happened, that this faith and his love for her could not be shaken He believed in her, and would always believe in her

Already he was sure that he kne Kedsty had died The picture of the tragedy had pieced itself together in his mind, bit by bit While he slept, Marette and aroom with the Inspector of Police The climax had come, and Kedsty was struck a blow--in soun Then, just as Kedsty was recovering sufficiently froht, Marette's companion had killed him Horrified, dazed by what had already happened, perhaps unconscious, she had been powerless to prevent the use of a tress of her hair in the murderer's final work Kent, in this picture, eliminated the boot-laces and the curtain cords He knew that the unusual and the least expected happened frequently in cri loose about her To use it had simply been the first inspiration of the murderer And Kent believed, as he waited for her answer now, that Marette would tell hihten in his hand

"Tell me, Gray Goose--what happened?"

"I--don't--know--Jeems--"

His eyes went to her suddenly from the fire, as if he was not quite sure he had heard what she had said She did not ly into the flaers worked to his thu to it when she was frightened by the thunder and lightning

"I don't knohat happened, Jee thrill of her little fingers and soft pal that was like a sudden and unexpected blow He was ready to fight for her until his last breath was gone He was ready to believe anything she told hi which she had just spoken For she did knohat had happened in Kedsty's room She knew--unless-Suddenly his heart leaped with joyous hope "You mean--you were unconscious?" he cried in a low voice that treerness "You fainted--and it happened then?"

She shook her head "No I was asleep inawakenedme downstairs And when I went, I found Kedsty like that He was dead I was paralyzed, standing there, when you came"