Why she was there did not interest him deeply now.

It was the fact of the moment that was moving him swiftly toward action.
The door below opened again, and Kent's body grew rigid.

He heard Kedsty charging through the lower hall like a mad bull.

The outer door opened, slammed shut, and he was gone.
Kent drew back into the darkness of his room.

It was some moments before he heard Marette coming slowly up the stairs.