He began seeking for its mate, and found it on the floor where Marette Radisson had been standing.

And again the unanswerable question pounded in Kent's brain--why had Kedsty's murderer used a tress of hair instead of a buckskin lace or one of the curtain cords hanging conspicuously at the windows?
He went to each of these windows and found them locked.

Then, a last time, he bent over Kedsty.

He knew that in the final moments of his life Kedsty had suffered a slow and torturing agony.

His twisted face left the story.