"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, Kent, and I can't throw it off. Why, man—"
He lighted a match in the cup of his hands, and Kent saw his face. There was more than uncertainty in the hard, set lines of it.