Kent, forgetful of his own impending doom, was deeply interested
in the thrill of O'Connor's mystery. He had begun to visualize the
situation. More than once they had worked out enigmas of this kind
together, and the staff-sergeant saw the old, eager glow in his
eyes. And Kent chuckled joyously in that thrill of the game of
man-hunting, and said:

"Kedsty is a bachelor and doesn't even so much as look at a woman.
But he likes home life--"

"And has built himself a log bungalow somewhat removed from the
town," added O'Connor.

"And his Chinaman cook and housekeeper is away."

"And the bungalow is closed, or supposed to be."

"Except at night, when Kedsty goes there to sleep."

O'Connor's hand gripped Kent's. "Jimmy, there never was a team in
N Division that could beat us, The girl is hiding at Kedsty's
place!"

"But why HIDING?" insisted Kent. "She hasn't committed a crime."

O'Connor sat silent for a moment. Kent could hear him stuffing the
bowl of his pipe.

"It's simply the big hunch," he grunted. "It's got hold of me,