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Kent did not move His senses for a space were stunned He was almost physically insensible to all e at Kedsty's gray-white, twisted face when he heard Marette's door close A cry came from his lips, but he did not hear it--was unconscious that he had made a sound His body shook with a sudden tremor He could not disbelieve, for the evidence was there From behind, as he had sat in his chair Marette Radisson had struck the Inspector of Police with some blunt object The blow had stunned him And after that-He drew a hand across his eyes, as if to clear his vision What he had seen was impossible The evidence was i either honor or love, Marette Radisson was of the blood to kill But to creep up behind her victile Even the autoave no evidence of that Kent picked it up He looked at it closely, and again the unconscious cry of despair caroan from his lips For on the butt of the Colt was a stain of blood and a few gray hairs Kedsty had been stunned by a blow froun!

As Kent placed it on the table, his eyes caught suddenly a gleae of a newspaper, and he drew out fro scissors which Kedsty had used in the preparation of his scrap-books and official reports It was the last link in the deadly evidence--the automatic with its telltale stain, the scissors, the tress of hair, and Marette Radisson He felt a sensation of sudden dizziness Every nerve-center in his body had received its shock, and when the shock had passed it left hi

Swiftly the reaction came It was a lie, he told himself The evidence was false Marette could not have committed that crime, as the cri which he had not seen, so itself from him He became, in an instant, the old James Kent The instinctive processes of the man-hunter leaped to their stations like trained soldiers He saw Marette again, as she had looked at hiht in her wide-open eyes It was not hatred It was notout to hiony that no other hureat voice cried out in his brain, drowning all other things, telling hi was love unless in that love was faith