The fourth time the lightning came, the figure was gone.

And in that flare it was the bowed figure of Kedsty he saw hurrying up the gravel path to the door.
Quickly Kent covered the window, but he did not relight the lamp.
Before Kedsty could have reached the foot of the stair, he had unlocked the door.

Cautiously he opened it three or four inches and sat down with his back against the wall, listening.

He heard Kedsty pass through into the big room where Marette had waited for him a short time before.
After that there was silence except for the tumult of the storm.
For an hour Kent listened.

In all that time he did not hear a sound from the lower hall or from Marette's room.