And Kent spoke her name gently as he saw her great, wide eyes blazing dully their agony and despair.

Then, like one stunned and fascinated, she stared down upon Kedsty again.
Every instinct of the man-hunter became alive in Kent's brain as he, too, turned toward the Inspector of Police.

Kedsty's arms hung limp over the side of his chair.

On the floor under his right hand was his Colt automatic.

His head was strained so far over the back of the chair that it looked as though his neck had been broken.